Just Kidding

Sad, Beautiful, Tragic

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Taylor.

"OH I JUST WANNA TAKE YOU ANY WAY THAT YOU LIKE!" Harry sang as he walked out of the bathroom. He was wearing the towel around his waist and combed back his hair.

The last five days, I have spent with Harry. He has stayed here and I've gone to his place so he could grab some extra clothes. Which, I was folding now. I did my laundry and offered to do some of Harry's.

He offered to help but I told him that I could do it. So now he's in the living room watching cartoons and having some breakfast. I was in my bedroom folding and putting away clothes.

"Harry!" I screamed and flung his shirt all over the place. "Harry!" I yelled louder. He came running in and looked at me like I was crazy. "There's a fucking spider! Do you not see it?!" I yelled at him and pointed to the bed.

He took off his shoe and beat the bed senseless. He turned back towards me, a dimpled grin on his face, and put his shoe back on.

"Go away." I pushed his chest and walked back to the bed. He started making fun of me and calling me a baby. "Shut up." I rolled my eyes and pushed him again.

"What do you want to do today?" He sat on the bed and looked at me.

"We can't do much. There are paparazzi outside and basically everywhere thats fun." I folded another one of my shirts.

"Let's go to England." he nodded his head. I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and wide eyes. "Yeah. Let's go to my mums house." he nodded with a boyish smile.

I dropped the t-shirt and looked at him with an "are you serious" look. I put one hand on my waist and leaned on my foot.

"Yeah. I just wanted your reaction." he stood up and pushed my shoulder a little. "Lighten up would you." He shook his head.

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"What about this movie?" Harry asked scrolling through Netflix. I was upside down on the couch eating popcorn. Harry was sitting next to me straight up, with one leg over the other.

We have been watching movies for eight hours.

"I've seen it."

"This one?"

"We watched that two days ago." I picked up another piece of popcorn.

"Oh," Harry shrugged. "This one?"

"No."

"This one?"

"No."

"Well now you're just saying no."

"I am not!"

"Yes, you are."

"Are you trying to pick a fight?" I sat up.

"Yes!" He nodded his head. "There's just nothing to do." He sunk back in the chair and pouted. We both laughed and looked back at the screen.

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It's midnight now and I'm exhausted. Harry seems annoyed but won't say anything about going home or getting out.

I already told him he could leave and we would hang out some other time but he's afraid paps will see him and the entire plan would be ruined.

He never mentioned the plan before and when he did, it was always in negative ways..

This was exactly what I was afraid of.