Cross My Heart

Chapter 14: Okay, Seriously. Mini Party.

Chapter 14: Okay, Seriously. Mini Party.

I woke up Sunday morning cuddled up to Harry. He was snoring very lightly, like the kind where you're only snoring because of the position you're in. He looked so peaceful and cute. What I'd do to be with him. I reached up and played with one of his curls.

"No touching the curls," he mumbled, startling me.

"Why not?" I whined.

"Because, its a rule," he shrugged, stretching.

"Then who CAN touch the curls?" I asked.

"The person who cuts my hair- though I'm still a bit ify about that- and my mum," he replied nodding confidently.

"Well that's no fair! Shouldn't your bestfriend be able to mess with the curls?" I pouted

"No, because I barley let the two people I listed touch my hair," Harry replied

"Why are your curls so untouchable?" I sighed

"Because they're special!" he replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

"Harry! I need more clarification!" I huffed

"Well two plus two equals four and Terrance as six 'R's. Clear enough?" he stated confidently.

"Harry!" I groaned

"West!" he mimicked

"You're being mean!" I pouted

"No, I'm being Harry!" he replied getting out of bed.

"So are you picking out my clothes again?" I asked still laying in bed.

"Yes," he replied shuffling over to the closet. He rummaged through the clothes on my section of the clothes. He picked out a pair of washed out blue shorts and a red flannel and a black tank top.

"This? Okay," I shrugged thinking he'd pick something more casual.

"I have the same shirt! Lets be twins!" he smiled widely like and excited child.

"Are you sure?" I asked thinking the idea would be a bit awkward.

"Yes! Now go!" he pushed me into the bathroom. I changed quickly and decided I'd curl my hair too, to go full out. I began to wonder if he wanted to button the shirt or not. I opened the door to ask and when I looked he was in mid-taking-shirt-off pose. I lost all train of thought as I gawked at his chest. His beautifuly fit chest. My mouth dropped open and I swear I drooled a little.

"What's up West?" he replied seeing me after his shirt was off his head.

"Uh...uh...um....uh..." I stuttered. 'What was it Chance?' I looked down trying to remember. 'Oh! Shirt!'

"West?" Harry asked.

"Buttoned up or not?" I choked out pointing at the shirt.

"I'm thinking unbuttoned, that cool woth you?" he asked.

"Uh huh," I nodded making my way to the guest bathroom, officially claiming that as my shower, hair, and makeup place. I turned the hot water on and took off my clothes. I stepped in and took a quick shower. I got out, got re-dressed, and blow dried my hair, then started on curling it. I heard a knock on the door and opened it to see Harry standing outside.

"Oh my gosh! You're curling your hair! We're going to be EXTREME twins!" Harry chuckled stepping in and hopping on the counter.

"So you're going to watch me curl my hair?" I raised an eyebrow.

"What if it's a facinating process!" he shrugged

"Trust me its not," I giggled

"Only one way to find out," he crossed his legs on the counter.