Today, Harry is coming over to my apartment to help me paint my room. Hopefully nothing goes wrong, fingers crossed. Picking up the cans of paint from my living room I take them to my now empty room. Checking my watch I notice that Harry is twenty minutes late, typical.
Fast and loud knocking came from outside my door. “Jane, Janey come open your door, it’s freezing out here. I think my eyes are freezing open, hurry up Jane.” I hear my best friend’s deep voice yell out.
Opening up the door for him, he pushes past me without saying a hello, “Harry, aren't you going to say hello or at least give me a hug. I mean I haven’t seen you for over a month, and Skype doesn’t count.” I tell him with a pointed look.
Turning around with an apologetic smile and opened arms, “I’m sorry, just that I was freezing cold and your house is always warm.” he informs me wrapping me up in one of his famous bear hugs. Gently speaking into my ear, “I missed you a lot, Skype just isn’t the same. Ok, let’s get to painting.” He says clapping his hands together making a loud sound.
Looking over his outfit I see that it looks fairly new, “Um, I think you should change into some of your more worn out clothes. I think I still have some that you left here before tour.”
“Yeah, you’re right, they’re in the same place as before.”
I nod to him in confirmation. “I’ll meet you in my room.” I tell him heading to my room already.
Passing a mirror I look at my reflection my long-wavy brown hair up in a messy ponytail and my hazel eyes looking a bit greener today, kind of like Harry’s. Ever since we were younger people always thought that Harry and I were siblings, even now they still think that. Moving away from the mirror I keep making my way to my room. Stopping at the foot of my door I notice that Harry is already there opening up the paint cans, that was quick.
Looking at his new set of clothes I see that he chose our best friends shirt, the same one I’m wearing, and some black and white Nike shorts.
“Hey Jane, do you want to split up the room. I get one side you get the other.” He says turning around noticing me at the foot of the door.
“Yeah, I think that’ll be quicker.” I agree with him.
“Let’s do it then.” He says entustiacly.
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Harry and I are finally working on the last wall together after three hours of painting.
Suddenly I feel something cold and slimy hit my arm. Looking down I see a glob of light blue paint on it.
Turning to look at Harry, I see that he’s looking at me innocently while whistling a random tune.
Pointing my paint brush at him, “You. Are. Going. To. Pay.” I tell him menacingly. Walking towards him I back him up into a wall dragging my paint brush all over his face. Raising an eyebrow up I give him a smirk.
Looking at him with wide eyes. “Wait. No Har…” Not being able to finish my sentence because Harry decided to make use of the paint roller and rolled paint all over my face. “Fine. You wanna play this game, I could play this game.” Without any warning I tackle him to the ground his head landing next to a half full paint can.
Flicking his eyes to the can he says. “Don’t even think about it.”
“Think about what Harry.” I tell him in a sickly sweet voice. Getting the can I begin to cover him from head to toe with the paint. “You know, blue really isn’t your color.”
With a smirk he flips us over so that now I’m on the bottom. “Hey, I wouldn’t be talking if I were you.” He says paint dripping off of him and onto me.
“Harry you’re getting paint all over me.” I whine under him struggling to get out of the little cage he created.
“Oh, you don’t have paint all over you. But, don’t you worry about it I’ll help you out with that.” He announces to me. Standing up dragging me with him he starts walking towards the still wet wall.
Knowing what he was going to do I try pulling myself out of his tight hold. “Na,ah,ah don’t even think about it.” He says reprimanding me wagging his pointer finger in my face. “Your turn.” Spinning me along the wet wall I feel the paint going all over my body, I feel like a human paint roller.
“There, now we both look like smurfs.” He says holding me at arm’s length.
“Yeah, yeah.” I grumble out.
“You know, I really did miss hanging out with you.”
“I know, I missed you too.” I give him a gentle hug.
“See, this is why we’re best friends you don’t get mad or annoyed when I do these kind of things to you.” He tells me putting his chin on my head.
“I’m glad that I get to call you my best friend. And I also know that you won’t get mad when I tell you that you’re going to have to clean and paint my room again.” I break off the hug and pat him on the chest. “Oh, and you better start now or else you’ll never finish.” Walking out the room, I turn to look at him.
With his eyes and mouth open in disbelief. “What? You want me to clean and paint your room no…” He rants out, not wanting to hear the rest of it I close the door walking away with a satisfied smile.
I really missed him while he was on tour.
Hey! I'm back :)
I hope you liked this. Thanks to Daisy who helped me out with this :) I love that girl!!
Jennie xx
