Summer Of Secrets Revealed

Summer Cleaning

"I thought we were studying for our exam next week." Harry says as he comes into my room. 

The entire day Harry has been stressing about the exam, when both of us know that he's going to get an amazing mark, and I am probably going to fail.

"We've been studying all day. Besides I need help." Harry glares at me as I bring out some boxes and smile widely at him.

"You invited me over to clean your room, didn't you?" 

"Maybe." 

I give him a box and tell him to just put anything I hand to him inside of it. We start in the far left corner, where all of my stuffed animals and old records are. I grab a small pig and duck, bringing it up to my face to smell the scent that was still on them.

"I got these when my parents first adopted me. They smell like my childhood," I say, bringing them close to me, "Just like strawberries and vanilla ice-cream." I hear Harry laugh and turn to face him.

"What?" I ask, confused.

"My childhood smelt like freshly cut grass, hot pavement, and bonfires."

"I guess we had different childhoods."

"You wouldn't say?" I shove him for his comment and place the stuffed animals on my bed, going back into the corner.

I throw him five stuffed bears, three stuffed gorillas, and one old Elvis record that I happened to have two of. I see him look at the record, before gently placing it into the box. I watch as he keeps his eye on it, finally realizing that he wanted it.

"You can take it. I'll even throw in a teddy bear, if you'd like." I hear him laugh, watching him shake his head at me.

"I don't have a record player. And what is with all of these stuffed animals? Did your parents just go bonkers because you were adopted?" I laugh at his statement, throwing my head back and covering my mouth as I begin to snort.

Harry starts to laugh at my snort, putting his hands on my waist and pulling me closer to him. He hugs me close, resting his head in the crook of my neck. He sighs and just stays there. I hold him tighter, knowing that something was going on, and it was hard for Harry. Even if he didn't want to tell me, I still had to be here for him. Because I love him.

I pull away and look at Harry, really look at him. He has dark bags under his eyes, his lips are even more chapped than usual, and he looks like he needs a serious haircut. I move one of his curls away from his face, focusing on it before meeting his eyes.

"I did a terrible thing." I tell him, watching as he looks afraid at what I was going to say next.

"When I was younger, I would ask boys to go to the Summer Nights Fair with me, and I always asked them to win me prizes. That's why I have so many stuffed animals." I hear him chuckle, shaking his head at my story.

"You're right, that was truly a dreadful thing to do."

I smile and put my arms around his neck, fluttering my eyes, not breaking eye contact with Harry. "Will you take me to the Summer Nights Fair?" I smile at him sweetly, watching as he grins at me.

"I will take you anywhere you want to go. And I will win you any prize you want." He wraps his arms around me, kissing my cheek in the process.

"I don't need a prize, you're my prize, Harry."

"That was corny." He says, quoting me.

"I know." 

We continue throwing things into the box; an old walkman, a bunch of High School Musical soundtrack CD's, a purple scarf that I got for my seventh birthday, and a small butterfly necklace that my first boyfriend had given me (which had turned my neck green when I didn't take it off for a week straight).