"What was your childhood like?" Harry wonders as we lay in my bed, some TV show on in the background.
"No. Wait, let me guess." he pauses, scrunching his nose up, looking concentrated.
"I bet you were weird." he laughs and I lightly punch him in the shoulder.
"Harry." I whine against his neck.
"No. You probably read a lot and climbed trees. You rode your bike, got scraped up knees. Had a pet, and an imaginary bestfriend. I bet you believed in everything good, I bet you loved everything. I bet you were adventurous and had a thirst for knowledge. I be.." I cut him of by placing my fingers under his chin, pulling him to me, and kissing him sweetly. No one had ever taken an interest to me like Harry.
"What was that for?" he asks, grinning ear to ear.
"For being adorable." I admit, blushing.
"Well. Then I ought to kiss you every minute of everyday." He smiles as I put my fingers over his lips to shush him and roll my eyes.
"Do you say that to all of the girls?" I ask sarcastically.
"Honestly no.. and it scares the hell out of me. Tell me how it hasn't been all that long since we've gotten together and I already think about you all the time? I mean I haven't ever felt this way. Cara was bitchy and annoying and demanding. You? You are patient, calm, and just sweet. We may be going fast, but... I like.. I like it. The rush, with you. I want to.. rush with you. I am just blabbering." He says and stops. I have never felt so adored. I love the feeling I get when I am with him. I like who I am, with him.
"I want to too." I nod and agree, although holding my breath, because I know Harry is too good to be true.
After Harry's little 'who were you' question, we turn our attention back to the TV.
"Guess who brought food?" I hear a voice call from downstairs.
"We did." My dad yells. "You two lazies can come down now."
Me and Harry kiss and then walk downstairs, holding hands.
"It smells like.."
"Pasta!" Harry exclaims excitedly, cutting me off.
I love how comfortable he is around my parents already. My mom smiles and nods.
After dinner Harry leaves and I take a shower looking forward to the fact that tomorrow is Friday.
The next day came and went super fast. I text my mom to make sure it was okay that I stay with 'Lexie'. she said yes and that they would be getting off late anyway.
After school Harry ran through a drive-thru for food and now we were laid comfortably in his bed with the Pirates of the Caribbean on his TV.
"This is nice." I say to Harry, shuffling closer to him.
"What is?" He asks.
"Laying here with you. Being lazy, and getting fat." I pull on the strings of his hoodie to gather his attention. "I didn't enjoy it as much as with Mason." I quietly admit.
"Hmm." he lazily drags his index finger up and down my spine.
"Yeah. Do you think you could live the pirate life?" I ask Harry, seriously.
It shocks me when his laugh rings out, loud.
"Not no but hell no." he replies.
I join him in laughter.
"Why not?" I ask, now laying on my elbow, turned towards him.
"Well first off, could you picture me with an eye patch? Peg leg? Hook arm?" He asks me, chuckling, looking down towards my fingers which are slowly rubbing over his abdomen.
