(sarahs pov)
Jackson and I tugged and fought over the small blanket we had over us. We were acting like little kids again.
"Stop it Jackson!" He smirked at me as he pulled the blanket slightly over back to him.
I decided to throw the blanket on the floor and get a bigger one. I sat back down on the warm bed and threw covers over us. Jackson was a great person to cuddle with.
"So is Harry okay with us being friends, and doing shit like this?" Jackson giggled as he picked his nose.
"Yes, of course. He's cool." That was the thing I really loved about Harry, he was cool with me hanging out with other guys, but if they touched me or tried to make a move, he would really be protective and go out of his way to make sure nothing happened.
We switched on the MacBook and loaded Netflix. Jackson and I were huge fans of Netflix, I don't think we'd know what to do without it.
"The Vampire Diaries?" He suggested.
"Yes oh my god I've been dying to see the next season." We loaded the next season of the series and were extremely focused on what was happening with Bonnie.
I bit my nails and screamed "NO", every time something bad or exciting happened.
"This is why I hate watching series with you, but it's just so funny to watch you get into the show." He rolled his eyes.
I stuck my hand in his face and closed the laptop, I actually got bored, I thought the season would be interesting but I guess not.
"Oh I know. Let's watch Fifty Shades Of Grey," Jackson tried to hold in his laugh. I looked at him with a straight face.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Never in a million years. That's literally porn. Ew." He bursted out laughing, I couldn't even make out what he was saying.
I jumped off the bed and slipped on my dirty sneakers from the last century. I texted Harry to see what he was up to, but before I could send the message, I was intervened by Jackson's spying.
"You sneak up on people in a very loud manner." I looked back on my phone as I texted Harry.
Me: You busy??
Harry: Nope come over xx
I slipped my phone into my pocket and walked downstairs.
"And just where do you think you're going, Dooz."
"Don't call me that Jackie. You know how much I hate it ugh."
"That's why I call you it. And don't call me Jackie. You're such an annoying little creature sometimes." He laughed and started eating food from my empty fridge.
"So seriously, where are you going though?" He chewed on a banana as he spoke, he had no manners, but he was my best friend, I loved him any way.
"I'm going out with Harry." I smiled and tied my hair up in what I call the approachable bun. It was a messy hairstyle, but I thought it was very presentable.
"Oh that faggot again." He frowned and looked concerned.
"Shut up Jack." I slammed my hand on the table and fiddled with my hair.
"Sarah I'm going to go home now, so don't forget to lock up your house. If you can find-the-right key." Jackson cracked himself up, I think he started to do that thing where he laughs so hard, he cries.
I nod my head as I chuckled and proceeded to follow Jack out the house. I got the key, and this time, it wasn't a struggle to use it.
We both headed our separate ways as we hugged each other goodbye. Things have been really great for Harry.