Beloved.

Chapter 29: The Bird House.

I wake up that morning to the sound of talking outside my window. I rub my eyes and put on my glasses, slipping out of my sheets. I see harry below with my mom, talking about something on the back porch. I check the time, its only 9:30 AM. I throw on old jeans and a white t-shirt, and run down stairs, then outside. Harry stand there in jeans, a white shirt, and a old red flannel with the sleeves rolled up. My mom gives me a half-hug, then she walks inside leaving us two alone. The breeze is blowing, making it a little chilly, but still perfect.

"Hey," i said and hug him, Harry hugging back. Without even looking at him, i can feel him smiling.

"Ready to build that birdhouse?" He asks. I laugh.

"What is up with you and birdhouses?"

"Nothing, its just thought it would be very cute and couple like, and its going to be romantic and shit," he smiles.

"Then lets get started," i kiss his cheek. He smiles as he gets out the tools and supplies, he is the most interesting boy i have ever met.

About 20 minutes later, we cut up the pieces of wood, and we sanded down the rough edges of the 5 parts. We started to paint them, Harry and i agreeing on paint colors. He had out green, red, blue, and white. Harry painted the roof red, and i painted the walls and floor white. We were silent for a while, but with a silence that was calming and comfortable.

You could hear the trees swaying, and you could smell freshly cut grass.

Just as i was going to dip my paint brush in the tray, harry starts smirking as he glided his paint brush on the tip of my nose. I gasp, his smirk turning more into a laugh.

"Katlyn, i didn't know you were Rudolph!"

"Harold, i hope you know i take these games very seriously," i say, warning him.

"I love you, Katlyn Jones." Harry smiles.

"I love you too," i say. I smile back, this boy makes me smile so much, my cheeks hurt.

I dip my paint brush into the white paint, i flick it, white paint going all over his face. He stops, and he strips off his flannel. I put my hair into a ponytail, knowing how serious this just got.

"I told you, Styles, i take this seriously!" I squeal, a mischievous smile forms on Harry's face, and i get up from my seat, him dipping his both his hands into the red paint. I run into the field, I continue to laugh. I move to the left, and so does he. I shift to the right, him copying me. Theres no way to get out of this position, so then decide to make a run for it, and as i thought, the idea failed.

"I swear if you-" i say, but its too late, two big red hand prints are already on the both sides of my t-shirt. I look down at my shirt.

"I take this seriously, too, Jones!" He mimics me. I run to the table and grab the bottle of blue paint, squirting some on my hand. I mix it together, as you would do with soap, doing the same to Harry on his shirt. Handprints on both sides. I look at him, who runs and gets the green paint, squirting the whole bottle of paint towards me.

"That is so not fair!" I say, and run to the table, Harry running behind me. But as i get to the patio, my mom opens the door. My eyes widen. Harry stands behind me, i look at him same expression on his face.

"Heh," i say, Looking back at my mother. Harry just smiles and kisses my cheek from behind.

"Hi!" He says cheerfully waving at the camera. A smile spreads across my face.

There she is, my mom, with a video camera in her hands.

As the paint fight comes to an end, our shirts ended up with dried hand prints all over them, and i gotta say, we didn't even try, and they actually look really good, fortunately. Our bird house has dried, and we washed our faces and hands with the hose before going to hang it up. But of course Harry and i got completely soaked instead of just cleaning ourselves off. As we finish with that wet situation, we carry the bird house to the tree in my front yard, Harry tying a rope to the branch. I hold the house up to harry so he can tie it on, then letting the house dangle from the branch afterward.