Prove It (H.S)

Chapter Nineteen

"Ah, that hit the spot," Harry says as we walk out of the sandwich joint. "Glad you liked it," I say giggling at his food-caused burst of energy. He swings his arm around my shoulders and begins to hum 'You are my Sunshine'.

We begin to walk in the direction of my house and Harry seems eager to get there. "Is there anything else you wanna do today?" I ask, but he just shrugs. "I don't really know what there is to do, but I could kinda go for a game of cards," he flashes a dimpled smile at me that makes my insides melt.

"We should ask my grandma to play, she always wins at every card game," I say and Harry laughs. "We'll see about that," he grabs my hand and kisses the top of it. His lips are soft and warm.

We eventually make it back to my house, and I open the door to find my mom at the dining room table on her computer. "Hey, mom," I say, closing the door behind Harry. "Hello, my love, did you have fun?" She asks, closing her laptop. Harry and I both nods and my mom smiles at me, causing me to blush.

"Where's Grams? We want to play cards," I ask my mom. She stands up and grabs a glass out of the cabinet. "She's sleeping, still. She's not feeling too well today." Concern crashes through me like a big wave. "She's okay though, right?" I ask my mom, the words spinning out of my mouth quickly.

She walks over to me, a sweet smile on her face. "Yes, Claire. She's fine, she's just tired." She leaves the room after rubbing my shoulder. "She's fine, love," Harry says, kissing my cheek. I force myself not take be worried. It's no big deal to be tired, hell, I'm tired! God knows it's worse for someone Gram's age.

I pull out a deck of playing cards and begin to shuffle. "What game?" I ask Harry, who's staring at my hands. "Gin Rummy?" I smile at his answer, as its one of my favorite games. "You got it," I say, dealing the cards.

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After probably more than fifteen games of Gin Rummy, and a delicious home cooked meal, I'm very tired. Harry and I are in my room, he's reading a book he picked off my shelf and I'm changing into my pajamas. I lift the old coca cola t-shirt over my head and grab my hairbrush off the dresser.

"Is the reason you're so silent because you're being a sore loser? I'm sorry, I should've warned you about my card playing skills," he chuckles, flipping a page of the book. I turn around and smile at him. "No, although you totally cheated," we laugh, and I continue,"I'm very tired and I haven't seen Grams all day."

Harry sighs and jumps off the bed, wrapping his strong arms around me from behind. "Relax, love, she's fine. Stop thinking about it. You'll see her tomorrow." He swiftly kissed my cheek before reclaiming his spot on the bed. I nod, trying to convince myself that there's nothing to worry about.

After pulling my hair into a low ponytail, I climb into the bed with Harry. He puts the book on the bedside table and presses his body against mine, spooning me. His body heat relaxes me and I drift off into a Harry consumed sleep.

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Harry's POV~

Once again, when I wake up Claire is already getting ready. She's sitting at her makeup table, curling her hair. She's wearing white skinny jeans that cuff at the bottom and a yellow blouse. "You look beautiful, like always," I say, after an exaggerated yawn.

She turns around just long enough to blow me a kiss, which makes me smile. This girl knows how to make me feel happy, just by doing the littlest things. "Don't worry, you can actually have breakfast this morning," she jokes and I laugh. "Thank the lord."

I roll of the bed, stretching and listening to my bones cracking as I do so. "I'm gonna shower. I'll be quick." I say, running my fingers through my hair. She nods, continuing to wrap pieces of her blonde locks over the iron in her hand.