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11 - Talk

"They're all gonna say what they wanna say anyway, might as well give 'em something to talk about" ~Talk, Daya

Sorry for the long wait! I just got back from vacation. x

When I woke up the next morning Harry was still asleep, the only sounds in the room being the air conditioning and his steady breathing. The sun shone brightly through the curtains and the worn out clock on the wall told me it was 8:20. I lay in bed for a little while, savoring the comfort of the sheets, before I decided to get up and shower.

My clothes found their place on the seat of the toilet as I disappeared under the water, finally letting my hair out of my bun to wash it one last time.

Even though Harry's bluntness had scared me that evening, I was now fully supportive of the hair idea. Frankly, I had been finding my hair annoying for quite a while, since it was always getting tangled in either a random object or itself. I held it up to my shoulders in front of the mirror, the image still slightly foggy due to the humid air in the small bathroom, and decided to get it cut as soon as possible. Of course, we still had to get hair scissors at a drug store, solely because I didn't have any in my bag, and Harry sure as hell didn't. Swearing felt good, didn't it?

The lump under the sheets told me that Harry still hadn't woken up when I came out of the bathroom. Time to do the honors, I guess.

I maneuvered my way over the side of his bed, careful not to trip over the boots he had carelessly chucked off the previous evening. I poked his shoulder. He groaned.

"Wake up, Jerk." Another groan. "Okay, I guess we're doing it the hard way then." Then I slapped him. Shamelessly. I wasn't quite sure where my confidence came from, but I liked it. A lot.

That woke him up. He opened his eyes immediately, squinting when the sunlight hit his face.

"What the fuck was that?" He sat up and rubbed his eyes, focusing them on me immediately.

I rested my hands on my hips. "I needed to get you up somehow, didn't I? Now get up!" I lightly slapped his arm, emitting a small groan from him.

"I haven't even cut your hair yet, and you're already being a little bitch," he stated swinging his legs off the bed and standing up to face me, mimicking my actions by putting his hands on his hips.

I didn't let his toplessness faze me this time, not visibly at least. "Just let me be a little salty bitch for once, god knows I haven't done that in a while."

Harry's eyes widened as he lifted his brows and gave me an impressed face as walked past me. "Swearing now, are we?"

"To some extent."

He shot me a cheeky smile before grabbing his clothes and disappearing in the bathroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I already liked the new me.

Harry exited the bathroom ten minutes later, his wet curls tied up in a man bun. Usually, I hated man buns. Seriously, it was a wannabe hipster thing that always ended up looking more like a pedophile look, but holy shit, it looked amazing on Harry. Of course I didn't say that. Instead I decided to stick with the salty bitch.

"Do you ever change your jeans?", I asked critically, motioning to the black skinny jeans he had been wearing since I met him.

"Every day actually," he replied blatantly, "I have like twenty pairs."

I snorted at that. "Aren't you warm?"

Harry just shrugged. "I kinda hate shorts, so this is my best option."