No Control • hs

thirteen

The sliding glass door squeaks loudly as Harry opens it. "Shhh!" I say laughing.

"So-rry!" Harry says sarcastically and he drags me up the stairs by hand.

"Which is your room?" Harry whispers and I point to it. We go in and Harry closes the door. "Okay, you stay here and I'm going to go take a wee." he says. I sit on my bed and wait for Harry to come back. After 15 minutes I decide to go check on him. I knock on the door lightly.

"Harry? Are you done yet?" I whisper.

"This magazine just got interesting." I stifle a laugh and walk in because I could tell he was done.

"Ah! North West, how clever!" Harry looks up at me, brows knit together. "Hey!" He was sitting on the side of the bathtub with a magazine in his hand. "You can't just walk in on my waz."

"I knew you were done."

"How?"

"No one just takes a 15 minute 'waz'."

"What if I wasn't done though?" Harry says raising his eyebrows.

"I think I would've known." Harry looks back down at his magazine, turning the page.

"Are you planning to stay here?"I ask walking closer to him.

"I've gotta finish this article!"

"What are you even reading?"

"It's a very interesting article about boy bands."

"Would you ever be in a boy band?"

"I guess I could see myself in one." Harry says looking up at me.

"Could you?" I ask.

"Yep."

"And who would you recruit?"

"I don't know." Harry says."Give me some time!" I laugh and snatch the magazine out of his freshly washed hands. "Hey!"

     "Shhhh!" I whisper. "Come on." I drag Harry out if the bathroom and into my room.

     "Why am I back here?" Harry asks me.

     "We are going to watch a movie."

     "Why?" Harry says whilst stomping like a little kid who couldn't get an extra cookie.

     "Because you blew off our swimming time because your bladder couldn't control itself." I then realized I was still in my swimsuit and Harry in his swim trunks.

     "But can I change first?" Harry asks looking down at his swim trunks.

     "Yes, and I will be changing too." I close the door behind Harry and put on a tshirt and shorts.

     Harry knocks softly. "Are you done?"

     "Yes." Harry opens up the door full length. He wears grey sweatpants and a white tshirt. I sit on the right side of my bed, and Harry on the left.

     "What movie are we watching?" Harry asks, snuggling in the covers.

     "The Little Mermaid." Harry groans and throws his head back just far enough to hit it on the headboard.

     "Are you okay?" I say amidst my laughter. Harry rubs the back of his head and walks over to the desk beside the bunk bed.

     "Look at this stuff." Harry says picking up a glittery candle.

     "What about it?"

     "Isn't it neat?"

     "I guess you could say that."

     "Wouldn't you think my collections complete?" I break out into laughter as Harry keeps going on and on until it comes to the chorus. "I want MORE!" Harry throws his shirt off onto the bunk bed and grabs two purple painted shells off the desk and places them on his chest. "I wanna be, where the people are, I wanna see, wanna see them dancin' walkin' around on those, whatda call em'?"

     "Oh, feet" Harry flings his foot on the bed and there is bright pink nail polish on it. I break into even more laughter than I was in already.

     "No! You weren't supposed to see that!" He says taking his foot off the bed. "Before you ask," Harry says pointing his finger at me, "Gemma and her friend painted my nails because I fell asleep without socks on. I don't know how to take it off."

     "I should just let you keep living the pink toenail polish life. But, I have nail polish remover." Harry takes a deep breath out as I dig through my bag for it.

     "Okay, go downstairs, get me tweezers, a hammer, and a decently sharp knife." I look back at Harry and his eyes are huge. "I'm kidding." I watch as his eyes turn back to normal size.

     "Sit down on the bunk bed." He sits down and I find my nail polish remover pads. I pick up his foot and he giggles.

     "It tickles!" Harry says. I look up at him and his beautiful eyes are bright. Once again, he looked like a little kid. I roll my eyes and keep scrubbing. Harry giggles over and over.

     "Come on Harry! Stop giggling!"

     "Make me." He crosses his arms over his chest. I lean in and rest my lips on his. Harry soon breaks the kiss, wrinkling his nose.

     "Your fingers smell like rubbing alcohol."

     "That's the nail polish remover." I say.

     "Oh." I finish taking off the polish and I throw away the pad.

     "Okay, come on Arial." I say getting settled back in bed. Harry climbs onto the bed after putting his shirt back on. He draped his arm over my shoulder and pulls me closer. I rest my head on his shoulder.

     "Peyton."

     "Yeah?" I look up at him.

     "Did you know flipping your fins, you don't get to far?"