No Control • hs

fifteen

It is the night of the firework show and I haven't seen Harry for 5 days. Harry forgave Liam and started staying back at his place. To be honest, I miss him, a lot. I sit on a barstool in the kitchen waiting for a call, text, email, anything from Harry to see what he is doing, every time I try going over there, or calling him myself, no one answers. There is a knock on the sliding glass door.

I run over to the door and swing it open, almost pulling it off of its hinges.

"Hey!" Harry says, walking in. I pull him into a huge embrace lasting a good 10 seconds. "I have missed our hugs." he says, only hugging me tighter. Every time I even see Harry, it makes me smile. Even if I just listen two his voice or his laugh, it makes me uncontrollably happy inside. There are so many emotions that I experience when I am with him, it's like there are none.

"The firework show is tonight." I say turning on my heel and walking towards the kitchen. "Are we watching together?" I say, turning around and smirking.

"I'm up for it, maybe we can get a good seat on the swing out front."

"Sounds terrific."I say walking over to the pantry. I open it. "Would you like anything Mr. Styles?"

"I'm alright, thanks."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I just ate."

"Are you for certain?"

"Mhm." Harry inches closer to me.

"Are you posit-?"

"Peyton."

"Yeah?" Harry shuts that pantry and picks me up, setting me on the countertop.

"I do want something actually." Harry says, smirking.

"I'll get you any-"

"Peyton."

"Stop interrupting me." I say glancing at the countertops. "It looks like we have bananas, apples, oranges-" Harry grabs my neck and pulls me into a kiss. His lips are soft and light. I run my hands through his curls and pull them down to his jawline that is etched on his skin ever so perfectly. Harry breaks the kiss, smiling, looking up at me. His eyes are sparkling. I kiss his forehead and get off the counter. "I'm really exited for tonight." I get a water out of the fridge.

"Me too."

***

I sit down on the swing with Harry and Louis. I wear a sweatshirt, leggings, and my hair is in a braid. "The fireworks are about to start?" Louis questions, sitting down on a lawn chair in the back of the house.

"Yeah, you got here just in time." Harry says then yawns and drapes his arm over my shoulder.

"Watch out Peyton, someone just made move." Louis says. Harry then takes his other free hand and smacks Louis shoulder. I stifle a laugh and a firework goes off. It's very loud, but it's beautiful. There are red, white, and blue star-shaped ones that go off one at a time.

Soon enough, the grand finale was in session and multiple fireworks are going off at once. I realize my head was now gently laying in Harry's shoulder. The last firework goes off and everyone cheers. Everyone clears out and Harry and I are the only ones outside. In the silence, came an uproar of whimpers, slowly getting closer until we turn around and see a little girl in a red, white, and blue dress. "I-I can't find m-my m-m-mommy." She cries, wiping her eyes clear of tears.

"Oh no!" Harry says. "Don't cry, it'll be alright and we'll find mommy."

"Really?" She looked up at Harry with vulnerable eyes.

"Yeah! I'm Harry, and this is Peyton." He gestured towards me and I waved. She made a small wave towards me, but held her hand by her waist. "What's your name?"

"Emma."

"Okay darling, where did you see your mommy last?" Harry asks her, picking her up and placing her on his left hip.

"We were walking."She says.

"Where were you walking? Did you see a blue house, or a yellow house, or could you see the lake?" I ask.

"It was in front of a big green house with pretty plants in the front."

"I know where that is." Harry says. I look at him strangely. "It's the only green house on the block, she couldn't have wandered that far." He looks at a sleepy Emma, now resting her head on his chest. "Do you want me to walk you to your mommy? I think I might know where she is."

"Yes, pwease." Harry walks with the child on the side of his hip, like he had been doing it all his life. On the walk there, Harry makes small talk with Emma to keep her awake and gain her trust. We come upon the house Harry describes and walk into the driveway where a lady stands on her phone. She carries a worried expression and talks with her hands. Harry sets Emma down and she takes off towards her mother. "Mommy!"

"Emma! I've missed you so much, don't you ever wander off like that again." The woman hugs the kid tightly. They share the same hair and eye color, it wasn't that difficult to tell that they were related. "Thank you so much." She says.

"My pleasure." Harry squats down to Emma's height. "It was nice meeting you Emma!" He held his hand up for a high five and got one in return. We both smile at the happy mother and walk away from the house. "I was not expecting that. But after all, it was fun and she was absolutely adorable." He plays with his hands, twirling a circle motion around his left ring finger. "Would you ever have kids, or would you more likely adopt?"

"I'd have kids. I've always wanted four, one boy and three girls." Harry nods in consideration. "What about you? Would you want kids?"

"Yeah, probably." He smiles and looks at me. I look away, shyly.

"Guess what?" I say in excitement, shifting my body towards him.

"What?"

"Tomorrow is our last day here."

"That's not exiting!"

"I know, but we will get to go back to our day to day norm. I like having a schedule." Harry laughs at me and shakes his head. We arrive home and Harry comes into Lacy's house with me. "Do you want to watch a movie or something?"

"What do ya got?"

"Mostly Disney."

"Hell yes!" Harry says plopping down on the couch.

"I have tangled... want to watch that?"

"Eh."

"Why not." I frown at him.

"I've seen it so many times, I'm staring to become like Flynn, a handsome, strong, and brave hero." Harry says, looking off into the distance with his hands on his hips.

"Ok, my brave hero, don't be alarmed but there is a spider on your shirt."  Harry rips off his shirt and hits it to the ground multiple times. Then, climbs on the couch and shakes himself off. He stares at me and gestures the spider.

"Peyton! Can you see if the spider is gone please?"

"Harry."

"No, kill the spidey first."

"I was kidding."

"Why would you kid about something like that?"

"Did you really kill that centipede in my room the other night?"

"I didn't, but Louis did." Harry says."I-I I mean, he got there before I could."

"Harry." I said in a warning tone.

"I'm sorry, I just hate spiders!" He says whilst sprawling his long body over the short ottoman. I walk up to his sprawled body and tickle his stomach. Harry immediately sits up, giggling. "Okay, put the movie in." Harry says, getting nestled into the couch. "What are we watching?"

"Tangled."