Pizza Boy (NARRY) -Fetus Writing- #Wattys2015

Chapter 16: Red Light

"AFTER THE MOVIE was over-" I started Chapter 3 of The Outsiders when Harry stopped me. I watch him run out of his room in a navy blue jumper and black sweats, a white long sleeve under his jumper. His curly is a mess and out of its usual quiff, which I like better frankly. I'm in a tan/grey jumper with a white long sleeve under it, tan skinnies and my white Supras are resting at the front door. My mismatching sock covered feet are crossed as they stretch out across Harry's bed. I'm in the same position as last time, sitting up against the wall at the end of his bed. Once Harry returns, he'll be in the same position too. But this time both legs are stretched out and resting on my calves.

Harry comes back with Oreo's and hot chocolate a few long minuets later, a goofy smile on his face as he hands me the hot chocolate. I thank him for it and sip it as he plops back down on the bed, careful not to spill his mug. He sets the Oreo's between us where we can both reach it again, keeping it open.

"Okay, I'm ready." He smiles once he's back in position, both hands behind his head. "AFTER THE MOVIE was over it suddenly came to us that Cherry and Marcia didn't have a way to get home. Two-Bit gallantly offered to walk them home---the west side of town was only about twenty miles away---but they wanted to call their parents and have them come and get them."

All through chapters 3 and 4 Harry listened, and even stopped me a few times to ask a question. Now, we're at the end of chapter 4.

"I started to say something to him, but I went to sleep before I could get the words out of my mouth. But Johnny didn't notice. He was asleep, too." " I look at Harry as the book falls closed, waiting for any question he might have. He doesn't have any. He just toothlessly smiles at me. "Have any ides for out date?" I ask to break the silence. "Do you?" He returns challengingly, meaning he still has no clue. I shrug. "Hey Jill Carbo." Harry smiles when a cat meow's at him. I didn't know they had a cat. The cat jumps up onto the bed and looks at me, taking cautious steps while sniffing the air. I extend my hand out so it can sniff it. She doesn't do anything about my stench, she just walks onto Harry's stomach to lay down on his chest. Harry rubs her head soothingly, the car instantly purring. "Her name is Jill Carbo?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at the unique kitty name. "Yeah." He smiles, looking at me. The Calico cat looks to the side, eyes squinted in pleasure. "I don't think she likes me." I point out, since she sniffed me and left me. "She likes everyone." Harry debates, lifting up the cat and putting her on the bed closer to me.

I lift my hand up and stroke it's head, resulting in Jill Carbo rubbing up against my chest and sitting on my lap. I move the book out from under her so it's out of the way and grin, petting her more. "Told you." Harry smirks. I roll my eyes just to look back at Jill Carbo. I stop petting her so I can shake the loose fur off of my hand, her turning to me and standing on her hind legs. She puts her front paws on my shoulder, kneading his way down to rest on along my upper body. It's as if she's hugging me, especially when I sort of wrap my hands around her in a hug simultaneously petting her.

"Awwwww she's hugging you!" Harry mumbles, staring at me in awe. I smile, looking at him. "Jill's replaced me." Harry puffs out his bottom lip in a sarcastic pout. I chuckle and look at Jill Carbo, her purring very loudly. "I'll be right back." Harry announces, taking the mugs and Oreo's with him. The Oreo's are empty, now.

I set Jill Carbo down, even though she stands up on her hind legs again trying to climb back up to me but I walk away so I don't get controlled by a cat. My feet take me to the bathroom so I can release the amount of pee I've been holding in for a while, not wanting to stop in the middle of the chapter.

As I'm zipping my pants back up, I can hear a quiet conversation from downstairs. It's silent in the house, it's just Harry and I with Liam downstairs. I don't know where Zayn and Louis are, it's none of my business. But Liam's down there talking to Harry. I don't want to eavesdrop so I walk normally back to Harry's room, Jill Carbo have been waiting outside the bathroom door for me and is following me, but I can't help but listen in when I hear something juicy.