Chapter 20
(*sexy scene*)
Kirsten's P.O.V.
"Wanna go upstairs?" I asked, taking hold of Zoe's picture. "I need to find out a perfect place to hang it."
Harry nodded and tucked both of lips inside of his mouth, making his eyes pop, and his dimples show.
I swiftly turned around and trotted up the stairs, with Harry following behind me. This Christmas had turned out to pretty good, I might say.
My heart sped up a little when Harry raced up in front of me, opened the door for me, and glided me along by the small of my back. "Thanks," was all I could think of to say. Then, I regretted it. Maybe I wasn't supposed to say anything. "Where to hang it, where to hang it..." I pondered, looking around the room. "Well, maybe I'll hang it later." I decided. I wanted some alone time with Harry. I leaned it up against my wall by my closet and I sat down on my bed. I perched myself up against the wall, and I expected Harry to come and sit next to me, but he didn't.
Instead, he sat in my pink spinny chair. And started half way spinning, using his feet.
"So," He started. "would you say this Christmas has been decent?" A devilish smirk coming from his face.
"Decent?" I echoed. "I would say it's gone better than I expected." I finished. I picked at my nail polish at my nails and messed with my cuticals. "Why, but just why? You spent so much money. You didn't have to do all of this, you know."
"But that's the thing! I wanted to," He spun around, looking at the ceiling. I suspected that made him dizzy, because he stood up. "I have the money to spend. As I said, the drum set that is down stairs has seen better days. And your mother really wanted the car."
"I know, Harry. But it's not that wise to just go spending money willy-nilly." I said, meeting eye contact.
"What, you want me to return them both?" She shot at me.
"No," I firmly stated. "It was very generous of you. I really appreciate it. That was the exact drum set I promised to get my dad when I became famous," I smiled down at my lap. Oh the things I imagined when I was younger. That got a smile out of Harry, and he folded his arms together. "But what now?" I continued.
"What?"
"You go across the world and I never see you again? It's not like I'm famous and I can just hop on a jet and come see you." I told him, pushing myself off the wall. Harry tucked his lips together and walked around. I sat the egde of my bed looking at him."Besides, what did your mother and family say to his? Not spending Christmas with them?"
"Remember we're 5 hours ahead."
"And remember it takes like 12 hours to get here."
Harry rolled his eyes.
But really. I wasn't counting on him to stay.
I was used to people leaving, me staying behind. I didn't expect him to come and visit me every week and white me letters and stand out of my front yard holding a stereo on his shoulders.
Although, I guess a drum set is a good substitute.
But who am I kidding. Good things never last, and if he ever needed a friend I would be here. Just little old me tampering with my drums and nose deep in a book and tuned out from the world. I sighed, just imagining saying goodbye. I layed down on my back and closed my eyes.
I felt a weight lie down next to me, and I felt a warm hand on my thigh. Soon, it traveled up, and up, and up. So it was now traveling up my stomach, inbetween my chest.
