Deranged

Deranged Chp. 32

Sky's POV

After I'd registered what just happened, I jumped into Harrys arms.

Not only had he bought US a HOUSE but the house was fully furnished! Although tiny, it gave a warm, cozy and welcoming aroma. The walls were splashed with bright, uplifting colors. "Harry why'd you-"
"Because I love you! and I'd do anything for you! It's because of me your here and I just wanted to give you a place to call home."
"You didn't have to buy a house Harry! Home is where you are. Don't you see? You're the only one I care about. I'd do anything for YOU!"
Harrys smile seemed to become wider every time he smiled. After he kissed me (right there on the front porch), he scooped me up bridal style and carried me upstairs. He set me down in a light turquoise room, lined with a beach themed crowning. "Here ya go!"
"What's this?" I asked, confused.
"Your room"

Oh... Harry didn't want to share a room...

He skipped back downstairs to start a pot of tea, and me? I sat in the middle of "my" room... crying. Why? Why didn't Harry want to share rooms? It really wasn't a big deal but to me it was HUGE! What shouldn't have even made me flinch had me in tears. I stomped down the stairs, my converse pattering on the wood, and ran into the kitchen. "Lunch will be ready soon!" Harry commented, his back turned to me as he focused not his cooking food. When I didn't respond, he spun around to see the tiny water beads strolling down my cheeks.
"Aw Sky what's wrong?" Harry asked, obviously concerned.
"You got me my own room!" I angrily yelled. The puzzled look on his face told me he was trying to figure this out. "Sorry?"
"Can't you see? I wanna share a room with you!" I screamed, irritated with his lack of focus. Harry looked down at his sock covered feet, ashamed at his actions. "I didn't think you would want too..." Harry quietly said. "Of course I WANT to! I love you!" Harrys eyes looked up, meeting mine in a deep gaze.

He was sorry. He didn't have to say it. I knew. I ran over and entwined my arms around his neck. "I'm so-"
"Don't. Don't say it. I already forgave you." I interrupted. Harry reached out and wiped away the tears from my face.
"Hey Sky, you know what I just realized?"
My eyes looked up into my boys eyes. "We've been clean for 2 months now!" Harry exclaimed. "Well yeah! Anything is possible."
"Especially with you by my side Sky."

My eyelids were closed, trying to shield my eyes from the blinding London sun. My reaction was fast, jumping out of the beach chair as a huge splash of water spilled down my back. "HARRY!" I yelled, trying not to laugh.

He was laying on the sand, laughing uncontrollably. I filled my fist with sand and concealed it behind my back. Harry rose up from the ground, and extended his arms, attempting a hug. "I'm sorry!" he apologized still laughing lightly. When my hands reached the back of his neck, I released the sand down the back of his shirt.

Now I was the one laughing uncontrollably. Harry placed his hands on his hips, in a very sassy manner I might add. "Well played Sky, well played! But you won't get off that easy!" He quickly scooped me up and ran towards the body of water. "Wait Harry what are you doing! NO HARRY!"
He chucked me into the salty water. I know! I started screaming! "AHHHH it's got me!! Help!"
Luckily there are no lifeguards. Harrys eyes enlarged and he splashed into the water, looking like an idiot. He removed his shirt and dove in. Oops, maybe this wasn't such a smart idea... Harry popped up next to me. "WHAT IS IT? WHAT'S GOT YOU SKY? IM HERE!!"
I stopped flailing my arms. "Um... I was kidding..."
His expression tightened and his worry faded to a slight anger. I smiled a nervous smile "Ha ha ha." I awkwardly fake laughed. "Don't mess with me like THAT, ok?" Harry asked. "Ok" I nodded my head.

The beach was only a mile away from our small house, so I piggy backed home. Harry and I sang, out loud and really obnoxious. "AND WE CAN'T STOP! AND WE WON'T STOP! THIS IS OUR HOUSE!"

Before we entered into our new home, Harry stopped me. "Wait, I have something for you." He moved a flower pot on the window sill and held out a crown lined with lilac flowers. "Since we had to leave your other one, I got you a new one. Because every princess deserves her tiara!"