"Harry, we are in a restaurant." I grit my teeth.
"I'm no that stupid," he stared into my eyes.
"What are you doing then?"
He stood up and crossed his arms. His smile went into a frown. He turned around so he couldn't see me.
"Fine then, you really don't love me," he pouted
I stood up carefully making sure my dress wasn't showing anything. I put my arms around his torso from behind.
"You know I love you Hazza," I said. I leaned my head on his back. I knew he was kidding. If he was mad, he would start throwing things and screaming. Its very scary and I've experienced it once. He was upset because this boy from a club was hitting on me. I didn't like him but Harry thought I did. So he got mad, but it all worked out in the end.
"Then why don't you want me to love you." he pouted.
"Harry, we are in a fancy restaurant. We can't make out. We will later, I promise Hazza." I said.
He turned around and I took my arms flung off.
"I'm gonna show you how much of a man I am," he said raising his eyebrows.
"Oh my lord!" I laughed
***
Once we got home, I had to pee desperately.
"Harry, give me one minute please." I said holding my wee.
"Uh you gonna make it?" he laughed
I quickly opened the door to the hotel room and ran to the toilet.
I forgot to close the door. Harry appeared in the doorway with a smile.
"Go on now," I said.
"Make me," he smirked
"Excuse me but I don't walk in on you when your going pee," I said
"You can if you want," He won't give up, will he?
"Fine, go ahead and be creepy. You go ahead and be a creeper," I said
"I will," he crossed his arms and watched every move I made.
I flushed and pushed on his chest. I tried to run past him, I pushed on him, trying to get him to move out of the bathroom doorway.
He grabbed my waist.
"Where do you think your going?" he whispered into my ear. It made me get the shivers.
He picked me up. I knew what was coming next. I took a deep breath and decided to go along with whatever came next.
He threw me on the bed and leaned over me. He pulled off his shirt. Then he took me there.
***
I woke up the next morning. I was in Harry's arms. He was holding onto me tightly. I turned around the face him. He was still sleeping. I realized we were completely naked. I stroked his cheek. He jumped and his eyes opened.
"It was wonderful," he said
"Oh yes," I said
He looked under the covers. His eyes widened.
"Oh uh, sorry. I forgot to put our clothes back on." he said nervously.
"Don't be sorry." I traced the butterfly tattoo on his chest.
"It's our last day in Florida." he said
"I know. What are we going to do today?" I asked stretching my arms.
He snapped his fingers.
"What?" I asked
He snapped them again.
"Are you drunk?" I laughed
"You might be." he said
"Oh my god. What's wrong with you?" I playfully hit him in the shoulder
"Ow. Ow. Ow." he rubbed his shoulder
"Okay, what did you do last night?" I sat up but I got pulled back down.
"I spent the night with you love," he whispered
I decided that it would be a good idea to relax today. I have no idea why he's acting so weird. I know he's not
drunk. Maybe he's just tired.. I put my head into his chest.
"Sleepy girl," he mumbled
I listened to his steady breathing.
He was rubbing my arm with his thumb softly. It made me tired somehow.
"Goodnight," I said and closed my eyes without a worry in the world.
***
I woke up to Harrys chest. I was right in front of his butterfly tattoo. I blinked my eyelashes close to his chest hoping he would feel it. I blinked them faster.
He pulled back a little.
"Love, that tickles." He said, his voice raspy as ever.
I sat up and checked the time. 3:47 pm.
"Harry, what should we do? We can't sleep away the whole day." I said even though I would with him.
"Dinner." he said with no enthusiasm.
"Ok. But does it have to be fancy?" I whined. I really do hate getting dressed up for things. It's annoying and takes too long in my opinion.
"No. McDonalds." his face was stuffed in a pillow so I couldn't see if he was serious.
"Maybe like, Olive Garden or something like that." I said
"Yeah, I want spaghetti with extra cheese." he mumbled
"Wake up sleepy butt." I lightly hit his head. He slowly turned his head around to face me with a smirk on his face.
"You wanna okay that game?" he asked
"No, I want food." I said smiling feeling pleased with my come back.
"Your not getting food," he said kicking off his covers. He covered up his wee wee with an embarrassed face.
His face hinted with pink.
He ran to the bathroom. I could barely see him he ran so fast.
I decided to get up and put some clothes on as well.
***
We arrived at Olive Garden wearing casual outfits. He was wearing his black t shirt with skinny jeans. I was wearing my white frilly shirt with black jeggings and combat boots. Nothing too special. Bedsides, we were starving. We didn't have any food that day.
We sat down at a booth. A couple people recognized Harry and started taking pictures. We tried to make it seem as we didn't notice.
"So, did you miss your period?" he smirked
"Harry, your stupid. Its gonna be a month." I said
"Oh."
"And be quiet! You don't want anyone to know and start spreading rumors," I whispered
He nodded. A waiter came and he looked surprised.
"Hello sir." he stuttered
"Hi." Harry said awkwardly.
"So um, drinks?" the waiter stuttered some more
I nodded.
****
"That was fun," Harry said as he took my hand. We got into our car and drove back to our hotel.
There were no fans in the lobby this time. Thank god.
We opened our door to a lovely
surprise.
**Authors Note**
I know it seems like this book is going nowhere. Its getting good.. Trust me
