birds // hs

21. Rapid Reaction

"Baby girl," Harry sighed, running his hand up and down my back. "You're my girl, you know that?"

I looked hopefully up at him. "Are-are you trying to make this...something?" Because I really hope-

"I-not quite," he answered sadly. "We can't tell other people. If my school found out, there would be a field day with the parents."

"Oh, I understand," I nodded with a small smile. "So we don't tell anyone but we can just pretend like it's something more than fuckbuddies?"

"Exactly."

"Um...okay. I guess that makes sense."

"I just like you a lot, that's all," he smiled sheepishly. "I've sort of wanted to tell you that for awhile but...I dunno, I thought maybe you didn't feel the same way."

"I like you too," I answered as I leaned back into his toned chest. "Well until you said all that stuff in the car."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"All that stuff about Niall babysitting and how she was too young for him."

"Oh..."

"Yeah."

"Well I wasn't- I didn't- you know, I forget how old you are sometimes. You just seem more mature than her, I guess."

"Still. You said they shouldn't be together because she was too young."

"You know what? Fuck what I said. I was wrong."

"That's all you have to say?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

I broke away from him and fixed my clothes, a stern expression on my face while I shook my head.

"It's not that easy, Harry. I'm still pissed at you."

"Oh." He scratched the back of his neck and looked down at the ground. "I guess I deserve that. I was being an asshole."

"Yep."

With that final empowered word I went back inside and finished my little bit of food, then curled up on the end of couch for the movie we were watching: Dirty Dancing.

"Have you ever seen this?" Anne asked quietly from across the room. "It's one of my all time favorites."

"Yeah, it's my mom's favorite too," I laughed lightly. "She makes me watch it like four thousand times a summer."

"I guess all moms think alike," Harry grumbled, his long body falling onto the couch next to me as Anne rolled her eyes. "I've seen this movie a million fucking times."

"Language!"

"Sorry, mum," he muttered with an annoyed grin.

"Well you should be. Now I'm going to run to the store and grab some popcorn that isn't expired." She paused and shot Gemma a glare. "Anyone need anything?"

"Could you grab me some beer?"

"Nice try, Har," Anne rolled her eyes. "You know you're driving."

"Rachel can drive us home. Come on mum, please? I had a horrible day training new guards."

She bit her lip and jingled her keys for a second, like she was really pondering the issue. "Well," she finally sighed. "I guess one or two will be alright. But no getting plastered, do you hear me?"

*

As the credits rolled on Dirty Dancing, Harry was finishing his third beer. Apparently his mom had fallen asleep awhile ago and as he got more alcohol in him, he progressively got sweeter and sweeter until he was acting like a full on boyfriend- neck kissing and all. His arm was around my shoulders and his other hand rested on the inside of my leg, dangerously close to the apex of my thighs.