Loose Change (Harry Styles Fan-Fic) Book 2 (IN EDITING)

Part twelve

"But I still don't understand how a snowman could come to life just because some kids put a hat on it." Rose argues.

Rose and I have been talking in this room for the past two hours and we've talked about the most randomest things you could think of. I don't quite remember how we ended up on the subject of one of my favorite childhood movies 'Frosty the Snowman', but I think it had to do with the whole snow conversation from earlier.

"It was a magician's hat that had magic in it! I guess the magic was very powerful or something." I respond, trying to hold in my laughter.

"But Jane, it's not realistic."

I look at her with astonishment as a foolish smile grows on my face.

"It's a cartoon! It's not supposed to be real." I state as I begin to laugh with my head slightly tilted back.

She rolls her eyes as she chuckles herself.

"You know sometimes I think that you're the adult and I'm the kid." I add, causing her to laugh even more.

Even though Rose has the physical appearance of a young child, she has the personality of a middle aged woman, and it amuses as well as amazes me sometimes.

"Look, I think you're even starting to get a few wrinkles."

I say as I stare closely at her fore head.

She quickly covers her forehead with her small tan hands, her eyes wide in panic.

"What? I need a mirror or something. I can't be getting them already I-"

I burst into uncontrollable laughter at her nervous expression.

She slowly turns her eyes back to me and calms down at the sight of my laughter.

"Even though you're older than me, I can still hit you." she comments with a slight grin.

She sits back down normally and places her hands on her lap.

I gasp dramatically while placing my hand on my chest to add to the effect.

"Someone's violent today." I remark.

She tries to hold in her amusement but fails as loud laughs escape her mouth.

"Well then. What are you two doing in here?"

I quickly stand up from where I am and I turn around to see Harry standing at the door with his arms crossed. His head is resting on the door frame and his feet are crossed over each other as well, making him seem intimidating.

"I-I'm sorry, I was just a bit curious about the room an-"

I shut my eyes closed and I take a deep breath as I place my hand on my face, embarrassed.

 "Gosh that's still no excuse. I apologize."  I continue.

I hear slight deep chuckles and I slowly take my hand off my face, placing it on my upper left arm.

Harry is grinning and I feel confused as he walks up to me.

"It's alright. I just didn't think you would want to be in here, I mean it really isn't the most interesting room in the house."

His eyes roam the room for a little, before meeting mine again.

"I see the clothes fit you nicely." He mutters.

I cock an eyebrow as I look down at my clothes for a second.

"Oh well um ya. Thanks." I add as I rub the back of my neck awkwardly.