The Dumb and The Clueless

Chapter 31: Thank You and You're Welcome

He lays down next to me, and he pokes me nose. "Thanks for *hiccup* taking care of *hiccup* me" "You're welcome, loser." I say playfully. We both laugh, and he kisses me. He hovers over me, and he stops kissing me to look down at me. "No.." I whisper. I gently tug on his airplane necklaces' chain to bring him down to me again. I think it was time to say something I've never said to Harry. As we're kissing, I manage to whisper: "I love you too" back into his lips. He stops and grins, his dimples showing. "She said she loved me!" he yells. My parents walk into the house, and stay downstairs (thank god) and watch TV together after a whole round of drinks and dancing. Who knos what those crazy kids were up to! I keep tugging on his chain, so that he'd keep kissing me, and he doesn't hesitate. He comes down with ease, gently biting my lower lip, leaving a trail on my neck, all while holding my hand. We rub noses, and laugh as we lay next to each other, hand-in-hand. My mom knocks on the door, obviously only about one-percent sober. "Are you guys getting sweaty in there?" "Moooom!" I whine. She laughs. "Hahaha I was talking about the heater guys!" she says, her voice playful. "We're fine Mrs. Katie's Mom!" Harry yells back. We lay there for a while, obviously bored. His boxers are a bit big on him now, since I stretched them out so they sag a bit in the front. I don't mind that, because the view for me is amazing. I see his v-line, bite my lip and look up quickly again. "I saw thatttt" he teases. "Saw what?" I play along. It starts to rain outside, and I get an idea. "Harry let's play outside!" I pull him by his arm until we're running outside. What stops me, is a giant mud puddle in my way. "Oh god, I better avoid that life-ruiner." I mumble. He laughs, and jumps in the mud puddle. I jump back so that my clothes don't get dirty with mud. "Harry!" I start laughing. "Come on in with me, babe! The mud's fine!" "No thanks, I'd rather stare at a wall, alone." "Don't be like that." "Harry, I'm leaving." I turn around and start to walk away, as his muddy hand grabs my wrist, obviously slipping away because of the slimy mud. "Ewww! Harry you're making my arm full of mud!"  "Since when are YOU picky, Katie?" he mocks. "True." I turn around to leave again, and he yanks me back. "Don't leave me..." he whines. "H-Harry...." "P-Pleassseeeee?" "Harry, I said I'm leaving. Im gonna go swing a little." "No you aren't, Katie." "Yes I am, Harry." "No." "Yes." "NO." "YES!" I start walking even faster, and then he pulls me into the puddle with him. "Harry! Aw, man! My parents are gonna kill me!" "Not if I'm here with you!" he says, a giant smile on his face. "Those dimples in your face look like moon craters, butthead." I tease. "Oh, I can tell there's water mixed with dirt because now you're shirt and pants are see-through!" he mocks. "What?" I look down, and notice he was right. And of course, he was probably mentally undressing me.