Over My Head | H.S.

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Gypsy

Arctic Monkeys blasted throughout the house as Harry and I stepped inside. This told me Amelia was definitely home but most likely asleep. Sure enough, she was passed out on the couch with a book in hand. I walked over to our record player and turned the volume down a bit so Harry and I could have a conversation without yelling. I led him downstairs and into our basement where we spent most of our time. 

"Sorry for the mess. We were up late messing around last night." I apologized. After we were informed of our deadline, we immediately came home and began to practice. 

"You're all good." He said, taking a seat on the couch. I sat down next to him and nervously fiddled with my fingers. "Your nails look pretty." He complimented. 

"Thank you." I held them out in front of me and he gently held one of them, admiring my nails. They were short and simple so I could still play instruments but I added pink french tips and some gems that looked like stars to make it fun. 

"Can you do mine?" He shyly asked. I noticed his chipped black nail polish on his hand that was still holding mine. 

"Of course. Hold on, I'll go get my stuff." I said before going back upstairs. When I was younger, my dad was very artistic so he always painted my nails for me and as I grew up, he taught me how to do it myself. It was one of my favorite things to do for myself. I grabbed the tub of nail polish and gems out of my bedroom before joining Harry downstairs. "Here, pick out a color." 

He sifted through the colors before landing on a yellow. 

It was too quiet down here for my liking, the subtle sounds of some Arctic Monkeys song filling the room. I got up and picked out a record, Melodrama by Lorde. Ever since she released this album its been on repeat. 

"I love this album." He smiled, recognizing the first song. 

"Same." I returned his smile. I placed his hand on my leg as I sat criss-cross in front of him. I carefully removed the old nail polish with some nail polish remover that stunk. "God, this stuff is so overwhelming." 

He let out a slight cough. "Yeah, just a bit." 

I laughed at his reply before beginning to brush the yellow polish onto his nails. His hands were gorgeous and it was difficult to stay focused. I quietly hummed along to Green Light, trying to resist the urge to look up at Harry. I could feel his eyes on me and it made me incredibly nervous. "Careful, don't smudge them. Do you want a design?" I asked. 

He thought for a minute before grinning at me. "Could you do a small cherry on my thumb?" 

I laughed. "Yes, of course. I'm basically a pro at cherries by now." I dug out my nail art brush along with the green and red polish. I cautiously painted a small cherry on his thumb nails before fanning them with a paper fan so they'd dry quicker. 

"So, where are you from?" He questioned. 

"I was born in a town called Le Havre, outside of Paris but moved to São Paulo when I was four. We moved to Arizona when I was ten and lived there ever since. I moved to LA like three years ago." 

He raised his eyebrows, surprised at my response. "Damn. You've lived in a lot of places." 

I shyly smiled. "Yeah. Le Havre is where my mothers side of the family is from and São Paulo is just really pretty. My dad's family lives in Arizona though so we decided to settle down there."

"Ah, that's neat. Do you go back to Le Havre often?"  

"I try to go at least once a year. Ideally it'd be more often than that but unfortunately I usually can't. What about you? Where are you from?"