Vogue.

Thirty Eight

Celine

"Okay, let me taste it." Harry decided, watching me finish my tuna sandwich.

I gave him the last bite.

"I haven't had tuna in too long." He shook his head.

"I'd rather have turkey or something." I sighed, leaning back on my hands. "I have to eat fish to keep my high fiber diet."

"Why?"

"Build muscle. My BMI is going down quickly because I can't keep my workout routine." I answered.

"Oh wow," He raised his eyebrows. "Did you lose weight then?"

"Muscle." I corrected.

"So if I were to-" He paused, I held my breath as my back hit the grass and he hovered over me. "Pin you down, you wouldn't be strong enough to get me off?" He asked, looking between my eyes.

I sucked in a breath.

"That'd be true..." I muttered. "But then you'd be taking advantage of me." I teased. He closed his eyes and got up, pulling me up with him, then sat beside me.

"Can't I ever win with you?" He huffed laying on his back.

"You have to play nice is all." I shrugged, laying down beside him.

I heard the grass move and felt his eyes on me.

"I used to cover songs on the swing that we passed up there." I remembered randomly.

"Is that how you got started- singing?"

"No, I sang with grandmother in Cape Town."

"That's where you're from?" He asked. I turned my head to look at him.

"Yeah."

"I wish you had your mum's accent." He smiled.

"That's a weird wish." I laughed.

"Yeah," He agreed, holding himself up, and leaning forward and grabbing my jaw so our lips were pushed together. I reconnected them as he parted his lips, scooting closer so our chests met. His hand had released my jaw and his fingers curled into my hair behind my neck.

"Hey," I pulled away from Harry.

"Hello."

"Are you handy?" I asked, ignoring his comedic failure.

"Um..."

"I know it's random, I apologize, but are you?"

After kissing while we were out by the pond, we went back up to the house. I knew that if the twins or my mom saw the car parked on the side of the road they'd be curious and I'd rather be caught making out in my bed than out in the cattle field.

So now we were in the comfort of my bed, behind a locked door.

"I put together a shelf once..." He said as an answer.

"Good you can help me finish setting up my studio." I said, pointing to my closet.

"When will we be doing that?" He asked, closing his eyes.

"Whenever this nap ends." I said, laying my head in the bend of his arm.

He adjusted it under me and turned to his side.

"I like to be the little spoon, but I'll make an exception for you."

I laughed but he was serious, when I woke up my forehead was pressed to his back. I sighed and pushed my hand up his side. He moved to his back, still asleep.