One Thing

You've Got A Friend In Me.

Dedicated to thekid4life because he's kind of an amazing writer and I think everyone needs to go read all of his books. Especially How To Love. Because it's amazing. 

Happy Reading!

"How are you?" I asked Harry, walking up to his bunk.

"Kade, I'm fine. I was released three days ago. If they think I'm okay, you should have no worries," Harry answered, smiling at me. I knew what he was saying was true, but I couldn't help but worry. 

"I know, I know." I sat on the couch. I watched as Harry lifted his phone up above him, reading something. The phone slipped from his sprained hand and fell straight on his face. I busted out laughing causing Harry to glare at me as he turned onto his stomach to avoid his falling phone. 

"Stop laughing at me! That hurt," he said as he rubbed his nose. I laughed even harder at his facial expression which looked like a worried puppy, causing him to sigh and turn away from me. 

"Oh Harry, don't be such a baby." He looked back at me and rolled his eyes. I chuckled then stood up and went to the pantry for a snack. I opened up the door to find junk food galore. I chose to make some pop tarts, the chocolate sundae ones with sprinkles, they have always been my favorite. I walked over to the toaster and put in the pastry's. 

"Could you make me some toast, my dear?" Harry asked, his voice slow and low. His accent alone was attractive, but his voice just made it all the better. I smiled at his nickname for me.

"Of course, anything for my little broken boy," I said, laughing. I walked over to the pantry and grabbed the bag of bread. I walked over to the toaster just in time to grab my pop tarts. I put in two pieces of bread and set a plate out for them. I grabbed the butter and a butter knife and set it out. 

I started to eat my pop tarts as Hary's bread popped out. I jumped back slightly, causing Harry to start laughing. I glared at him and walked back to the couch. 

"Make your own toast, buddy boy." I plopped down on the couch, crossing my legs and making myself comfortable. Harry groaned and pleaded me with his eyes. 

"No, don't do that. No, no, no. Unfair advantage," I screamed at him. He knew I couldn't say no to his puppy dog face. I turned away from him, hearing him slip out of his top bunk. I felt his arms wrap around me, his body hover over mine. His scent came over me, the heat of his breath hitting my neck. The mixture of these things sent chills down my spine causing me to shiver. His low chuckle let me know he felt it. He enjoyed doing this to me, he always had fun. I hated the fact that with a few movements he could make me have no control over my body. 

He leaned forward, his chest pushing on my back. At first I didn't know what he was doing and while I was trying to figure it out, he pushed forward and bit a large amount of my pop tart off. I pushed him off of me, both of us laughing. 

"That's what you get for not making my toast," he said, sitting next to me on the couch. 

"How rude," I said, laughing. I got up and walked back over to the toaster. I pulled his bread out and buttered it. I set the two pieces on the plate and walked back over to him. 

"Wouldn't it have been easier to butter your own toast than to have done all of that?" I asked. I took a large bite of his toast before handing it to him. 

"Probably, but what fun would that have been?" He smiled sideways at me, butterflies erupting in my stomach. "What are you doing today?" 

"I have a day with Ethan before he leaves. I'm going to take him out and venture around and show him some sights. I would offer you to come but I don't want to have you on crutches all day," I said, referring to his sprained foot.