No Control • hs

seven

     I wake up to see my mint blue suitcase sitting on the floor next to my bed. I get out of bed and grab some breakfast before brushing my teeth and pulling my hair up into a bun.

     I swiped on two layers of mascara and dabbed on concealer. I followed up with a layer of matte powder.

     I looked down at my black leggings and black nike's and decided I was ready to go. I hopped into my car and started driving in the direction my phone GPS took me. Before I went too far, I stopped at Starbucks and purchased an iced caramel macchiato to keep me awake.

     It was around 1:30 that I stopped for lunch at McAllister's Deli. As I sat there alone, I thought of the time Harry and I went together. I really liked him, he had been through so much and was still going through stuff and I had this inner hope that he wouldn't go through any of that anymore.

     I finish my turkey sandwich and continue driving for an hour and arrive to a little lighter than navy blue, two-story house on the water, with an incredible view.

     "Peyton!" I hear and swirl around to see Lacy, arms sprawled out. I reach out to her, wrapping her in a tight embrace.

     "I'm so exited you're here!" She says jumping up and down, knees high.

     "Me too!" I say jumping over to the trunk of my car and opening it, revealing my mint blue suitcase and a medium sized tote bag of toiletries.

     I grab both bags along with my purse and walk in. There is a red-retro kitchen to my left and a wall with hundreds of lake pictures in frames to my right.

     I walk a little farther and see a master bedroom on the right which Lacy and her husband, Jim, stay. There is an eating area right off the kitchen leading into a huge living room with giant windows that let in loads of natural light. Not to mention, the ceiling extended the full height of the house.

     I got to the end of the eating area and turned to see a bathroom, to the right of that, carpeted stairs to lead up to the balcony that looks over the living room. "Your room is upstairs." Lacy says smiling. I smile back and walk up the stairs, now barefoot.

     My room is just to the right of the stairs and on the wall to the right if that, is a fish-themed bathroom. I walked into my anchor-themed room and set down my suitcase.

     There is a bunk bed on the right wall and a queen sized bed on the left. A desk just to the left of the head of the bunk bed and a TV sitting, facing the queen bed, at the foot of the bunk bed.

     There is two separate closets on the wall the door is on. I plop my suitcase on my bed and open it up. I take out all my clothes and situate them on the provided wooden hangers.

     I take my toiletries bag into the bathroom and unload my things. I put my hair stuff, body stuff, teeth stuff, and makeup stuff all separately into the four white drawers. I place my razor, shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, shaving cream, and soap into the shower and go downstairs.

     I walk out the glass French doors on the left side of the living room to go onto the deck. As I start walking towards the big part of the deck with the table, I'm startled by Jim's voice.

     "Hey! You made it!" Jim says flipping a burger over on the grill.

     "Hey Jim!" I say walking over to give a hug.

     I glanced over at the view of the lake. Jim had already went inside and I had taken off my sweatshirt to reveal what was a plain white cami tank top because it was a bit stuffy outside.

     I sat on the swing that looked over the lake and looked at the little island in the middle, they shot fireworks from the island on the fourth every year, it is beautiful to say the least. I walk back inside to Lacy setting a plate of burgers on the table with condiments.

***

I slip on some black sweatpants and my sweatshirt as I walk downstairs with Lacy and Jim's black pug named Daisy, to get some breakfast.

I wanted to fix them something in exchange for the amazing dinner last night, but Jim beat me to it. There was two blueberry pancakes stacked on top of each other, with syrup drizzled on the top.

"Hungry?" Jim says flipping a blueberry pancake over on the pan. Lacy must not have been awake yet.

"Yes, actually. Thank you so much!" I say smiling at my pancakes and glass of orange juice.

"Anytime!" Jim says putting butter back in the fridge. "You can go on the deck and eat that if you want."

"Sounds great!" I say grabbing a napkin and walking out onto the large deck. I sit my plate on the table and sit down. I watch the boats and jet skis go by and immediately dream of riding one. Once I finish with my breakfast, I walk down zig-zag cement steps to the white, slippery dock.

I finally reach the dock and step onto the back if the yellow and white motor boat that is docked in front of their house. The wooden plank at the back of the boat gets washed over by water when wave after wave crashes to the shore.

I look up and see a jet ski about 10 yards away. A man with curly hair, a snapback, and tattooed arms was driving. He looked really familiar. Super familiar, even.

Then it finally hit me.

What is Harry doing here?