Your White T-Shirt

Twenty Four.

•Carter's POV•

I told Harry that I hadn't had a sleep-over in years. He seemed ecstatic.

"Let's have a sleep-over then!" He suggested. I giggled.

"Okay here's what we're gonna do," I started. "I'm gonna go make us snacks, you go get all the pillows and blankets you can, and bring them to the living room." I instructed. He grinned and took off down the hall.

I turned on the light in the kitchen and checked the time. It was 12 am.

I opened the fridge to find almost nothing besides food I assumed were Susie's, like yogurts and puddings. I wouldn't take her food. I then checked the freezer. Again, there was nothing but TV dinners and ice-cream. I rummaged through the cabinets in search of food. There was almost nothing to eat that wasn't Susie's, or as I presumed, Dave's.

Harry whispered to me from the living room. I flicked off the kitchen light and made my way to the living room.

There was a pile of sheets, blankets, and pillows that was almost half the height of me. I grinned.

"Snacks?" He asked me.

"I don't want to take Susie or Dave's food." I answered. He threw me a funny look.

"Who cares? I'll get us something." He said.

"No, we'll build our fort first."

"Fort?" He asked.

"Yes." I bounced.

Harry laughed as we sat on the floor on separate corners. I counted.

There were two comforters, three sheets, a quilt, a bunch of pillows, and a bed skirt. From what I'd noticed there were only three bedrooms, one of which a little girl was sleeping in. I had no idea where he'd gotten all of this but I rolled with it.

"Take this end." I instructed. Harry grabbed the corner of the brown comforter. We spread the comforter from the wall to the couch. I tucked it into the couch and then pulled it out towards the wall making a roof for our fort.

"How do we get it to stay?" I asked. Harry questioned this as well. His face lit up with an idea as he held a finger to me and walked to the kitchen. He came back with two chairs. We set the chairs against the wall, and tucked the blanket behind it.

"Okay the roof is the main part. Now the rest of it is just detailing." I told him. He laughed at my serious tone.

We took the two sheets and hung them off of the sides, making walls. once there was an imperfect square fort we draped the bedskirt over the whole thing, making an extra layer. You entered the fort through the corner, between the end of the couch and the sheet. We climbed inside bringing the rest of the blankets and pillows. We made a small bed inside our cozy little fort. Harry ordered me to stay there as he disappeared from our little tent. I made myself comfortable, putting the pillows in a row, securing loose ends.

The light from the living room turned off and Harry returned to our fort in his boxers and a t-shirt, holding a flashlight and another pair of boxers.

"Are those for me?" I asked, amused.

"Yeah." He answered tossing them to me as he crawled into our little den. I closed the opening behind him. The roof was only 3 feet tall so I laid on my back, Harry on his side.

He shined the flash light on me, so I could see. Harry tried not to stare as I unbuttoned my tight jean shorts and wiggled out of them, lifting my feet up as I pulled them off. I then took his plaid boxers and slid them up. They were a bit big on me but much more comfortable than my jean shorts.