I woke up the next day to my nose itching. I reached up to scratch it and as I touch my nose. A creamy substance touches my nose. My eyes shoot open, and I see Harry smiling and trying to hold in his laughter.
"Harry! What the heck!" I yell at him.
"Oh uh... Sorry, Summer." He says still trying to hold in his laughter.
"Well, how about this!" I take the whipped cream in my hand and throw it at Harry. He tries to duck, but as he does, it hits him straight in the face. I laugh and cover my mouth in shock.
Harry wipes it off his face and fake glares at me. "Oh Summer, you're gonna get it!" He throws it back at me, but I duck so it doesn't hit me.
"Na na na boo boo!" I yell at him. I pick it up from the floor and throw it back at him again. He, again, gets hit in the face. "Wow! I'm on fire!"
Harry crosses his arms and shakes his head. "Well, you asked for it." He rushes towards me. I'm not able to run away because he blocks me. Well, and there is no other way out of the room. Too bad there isn't a secret door. Although, that would be awesome. Harry grabs my waist and throws me over his shoulder.
"Harry! What the heck! Put me down!" I demand. He carries me towards the kitchen while I'm pounding on his back. Eventually, I give up.
"Are you quite done?" He asks amused.
"No.. One more." I hit his back as hard as I can. Harry doesn't flinch. Not even a slight flinch. Stupid back muscles... "Fine! I give up! I'm done."
"Okay, now, I'll put you down." He sets me down and smiles cheekily. I glare at him and turn around to see the kitchen table. It has yummy food on it. Pancakes and bacon and milk.... Wait what. Oh yeah food.
I sit down and put a whole bunch of stuff on my plate. I start shoving food into my mouth. I do that for a few minutes before I realize that Harry is watching me. "What?" I ask with food in mouth.
Harry shakes his head chuckling. "I just never thought I'd see you stuff your face before. It's funny."
I roll my eyes at him and push away my plate. I realized how full I was. I guess I ate a lot for that few minutes. I don't really understand how that happened. Actually, I don't understand how a lot of things happen. I just go with the flow.
"Alright, Sum, we have business to do today." Harry says rubbing his hands together.
"Oh no.. Should I be scared for what we're gonna do?" I questioned.
"For once, no. We have to get you, or well, Taylor started on some interesting stuff." He says with a wink.
"Taylor? Meaning Taylor Swift? Ugh, and that's basically me... great!" I express throwing my hands up in the air.
"Well come on, Summer." He used his hands to gesture me to follow him. "We-well you- got work to do!"
Ohhh so great... I stand up to follow him, but get stopped as I trip over the chair I stood up from. I fall face first onto the floor. Wow... Something new everyday. Yeah, no.
Harry pops his head back into the room and starts laughing. "Did you fall?"
"Ha. Ha. Ha. But no. I tripped." I say to him as I'm sitting on the floor.
"Over what? Your feet?" he asks still laughing.
I shake my head. "Wrong. I tripped over the chair... and I fell face first onto the floor."
"Oh... okay. Are you alright?" He asks walked towards me.
"Ugh, yeah. I'm fine. You may be surprised, but this happens a lot." Harry holds his hand out to me. I take it as he helps me up. "Thanks." I mutter.
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The Clouds
Teen FictionLife What is it? Life can be interpreted in so many ways. How do you see it? It beautiful? Magical? Wonderful? Or is it full of sorrow? Sadness? What about anger? Frustraion? Or even fear? Fright? Or is it all bewilderment and confusion? Mine is all...