Excitement

sixteen

My eyes quickly fluttered open as a loud banging sound invaded my senses.

I peered over at my alarm clock to see that it was nearly 2:00 pm, and my confusion rose.

Who's knocking on my door at this hour? Did dad forget his keys again?

I jolted out of bed in a frenzy, and sprinted into the cramped kitchen to quietly grab a knife.

Heart pounding out of my chest I slowly closed the knife drawer and walked quickly out of the kitchen and over to the chocolate colored door in the small living room area.

"Uh, who is it?" I yelped, making sure that I wasn't standing directly in the path of the door- just incase the poser had a gun or something.

"It's Harry, and I've been calling you for five minutes strait, we're supposed to go spread the ashes today, remember that?" He spoke sounding tired and slightly agitated.

"Shit, I'm sorry uh-" I glanced down at my large t-shirt and bit down on my bottom lip.

"Could you just wait outside... I'm not dressed."

"Jasmine, it's hot as hell, and I would probably be reduced to a puddle by the time you finish getting ready." I could imagine him rolling his eyes as me through the door just by the tone in his voice.

Letting out an exasperated sigh I looked over at the tattered blanket that was messily draped over the couch.

I removed it from the brown couch and wrapped it around my body before sitting the knife down on the wooden coffee table and swiftly opening the door.

The sunlight blinded me as harry walked pass my doorway and into my heavily carpeted house.

"Definitely not a good day to be wearing all black." I chuckled as I took in his appearance.

"You think?" he grumbled pushing his tousled sweaty hair out of his face.

Seeing him in my house is so unusual, I'm so used to seeing him at school, but here he is- in my living room on a Sunday morning.

"Just take off your boots and make sure you don't steal anything, Mr. pit stains." I remarked, a small smirk formed on my face as I saw him look at the wetness under the sleeve of his shirt.

"I will stuff your head under my arm if you don't hurry up and get dressed." he flushed as his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Ooh, that sounded like a threat."
I tauntingly spoke.

Once he started walking towards me with his arm up in the air my eyes widened.

"No no no." I laughed as I ran down the hall and into my bedroom, locking the door behind me.

I walked over to my dresser, and -with a faint smile- pulled out a pair of ripped shorts along with some colorful socks.

After tossing the blanket to my mattress on the floor, I put on my clothes and loosely tucked my shirt in.

Once I finished freshening up in the bathroom I lazily combed through my thick hair.

"Let me see what your room looks like!" Harry shouted loudly from outside.

"No, it's messy!"

"I don't care, I want to see it!"

I groaned with vexation as I went to unlock my door.

When he walked in his eyes immediately wondered to the endless amounts of paintings draped messily along the dingy cream colored walls.

Once his eyes met with the largest wall behind my bed his lips slightly parted.

I smiled proudly at his reaction to my recreation of 'The Starry Night' by Van Gogh that decorated the single teal colored wall as I slipped into my worn sneakers.

"You painted all of these?"

"Yes, yes I did." I grinned. "-well eighty-five percent of them." I suddenly corrected myself, remembering the ones that my mom left behind before she passed on.

"These are actually pretty amazing."

"The bad boy is into art? Didn't see that one coming."

"Yeah well, expect the unexpected."

Haha, Harry is an art nerd.

"I'm a telling Kaitlyn." I sing-songed while doing a little dance with my head.

"Can we just go?" he questioned firmly, opening the door widely.

"Sure, what ever you want, art nerd." I teased childishly as I started to walk out of the bedroom behind his tall figure.

When he abruptly stopped I crashed into his back, almost falling forward.

"Move." I grunted, causing him to do a complete 360 and face me with his arms stretched across both sides of the wall.

I snorted at the sight of his moist pits and tried to push past one of his bulky arms, but instantly regretted as soon as he gently but forcefully gripped onto my waist with one hand and held onto the back of my head with the other shoving my face into the hot sweaty cloth beneath his arm.

I shrieked inhumanly as I struggled to get out of his death grip.

"Fucking bitch!" I yelped, trying to hold my breath.

"Let go of me!" My voice muffled into his shirt before I brought my hands up to pinch his nipples tightly.

He grunted out in pain and held onto his chest, finally giving me the chance to breathe.

"Did you just..."

"Yes, and you deserved it, I could have suffocated." I cried out. "Haven't you ever heard of deodorant, child?"

"Fuck Jasmine, just shut up, you almost twisted my nipples off."

"I hope they shrivel up and disappear in your sleep." I laughed making him let out a breathy chuckle as his brows furrowed in pain.

"Hey, I'll buy you some pizza if you massage my nips for me."

"Fuck no."

"Come on, I'll even return the favor, if you'd like ." he said lowly making my breath hitch suddenly.

"Fuck no, times two." I laughed as I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks.

"Your loss." he smirked slyly, making me want to roll my eyes all the way to the back of my head at his cockiness.

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this chapter is probably shorter than usual , but everybody and their grandma was telling me to update and I feel really shitty when I make everybody wait 7383 years for me to update, so I hope you guys enjoyed!

question: do you ship jarry or jasake (???lmao)

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