Crazy | {h.s}

Beautifully Messy; Puffy Nipples

"Dunno what else to tell you, he's just beautiful, Charlie."

"Have you even hung out with him, or is this just another stalker-ish obsession?"

"What do you mean another stalker-ish obsession?!"

"You do this with every attractive boy you see."

"Yeah, but Harry is so different, okay? He's so lovely and nice, a little weird, but so perfect."

"Are you sure he doesn't have a girlfriend?"

"If so, she never comes over and he never goes over to hers. I'm not sure if he has a job actually, he never really leaves his apartment for more than a couple hours."

"Do I want to know how you know this?"

"Probably not."

Charlie sighs dramatically, "Okay, I've had about enough of this conversation. Good luck with obsessing over Harry. See you tomorrow."

I giggle, "Alright, toodle loo."

"Bye."

Just as I hang up, Harry knocks on the door. I know it's Harry because he does it in an adorable little pattern and then opens the door himself.

"Good timing, I just got off the phone."

"I know," He shuts the door behind himself with his bare foot, "I was listening for you to hang up so I could come in."

I swallow harshly. How much had he heard? Did he know what I was talking about? At least Charlie wasn't on speaker-phone.

I cringe at the thought, "Oh, well, is there something you needed or are you just hear to chat?"

"I've finished your painting." He smiles brightly, like he's the happiest man in the world.

He pulls a medium sized canvas out from behind his back and hands it over to me.

It's breathtaking, capturing me in the simplest of ways. And what I love most is that his painting style is just like him: messy. Beautifully messy.

"Thank you so much, this is beautiful, Harry."

"You're welcome. I couldn't quite get your eyes right--you can see all my smudges and pencil marks--but I thought they looked alright in the end. I got the green of them spot on. I even included the little speckles of yellow in them too."

"It's perfect," (just like you), "Thank you so much."

"I'm glad you like it." He stands there quite happy that I'm happy, rocking on the balls of his feet, hands tucked into his pajama pockets.

"You didn't sign it, though."

He nods, "I did. Just not my name, look on the back."

I flip it over to look at the bare canvas. In the hollowed out middle, he writes on the back of the painting,

Why did the cow cross the road?

To get to the udder side.

"I always write jokes on the back of them as a signature. I dunno why, I just always have even though it's kinda silly." He shrugs.

My heart melts, "I think it cool, Harry. It's lovely. Like a piece of pie or a kiss in the rain, just lovely. Now I need a place to hang it."

"I figured you should hang it in some place you'll see it every day. Then you'll always be reminded of how beautiful you are. Right here's a good spot, innit?"

I blush and smile awkwardly at the fact that he called me beautiful and it takes me a couple moments before I realize Harry is calling my name.

"Lo. . .? Sex Kitten. . .? Lauren Caster, hello?"

I shake my head, ignoring the fact that he somehow knows my last name, to divert my attention back to Harry, "Sorry, sorry."

"Right here, yeah?"

"Sure." I smile.

I think the place on the wall that he chose is kind of an awkward place to put it considering it's a completely bare wall, but I allow him to hang it there with a push-pin.

"Perfect." He murmurs to himself, and it is. It's just perfect.

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I wake up with a loud and exaggerated moan, though there's no one here to even hear me.

I cringe at the taste in my mouth and mentally scold myself at forgetting to brush my teeth before I went to bed last night.

I guess I was a little distracted with the fact that I haven't seen or talked to Harry in nearly. . . three days, now.

It's uncanny.

(I miss his bare feet)

(And puffy nipples)

(I want to pinch them)

Charlie gave me an earful when he came over the other day, though.

It's not safe, you don't even know him!

and

I don't care he has puffy nipples, he could be a murder! Or a rapist!

Though, I made sure to change his mind before he left so I'd have his blessing for our marriage:

Harry's not a murderer or rapist, Charlie. He has a goldfish named Potato and couldn't rape a fly.

And that shut Char up pretty quickly.

I quickly pull on a dress and some flats, pulling back my hair into a bun and grab my car keys for work.

As I rush out of my flat, I bump into a familiar, perky bum, clad in black, ripped skinny jeans.

My smile immediately grows as I lock my door and then turn to face him.

"Well hello, Lauren. Good to see you. I got another fish." He holds up a plastic bag with a green fish swimming around inside. "I want to name this one George."

"Why George? Why not another vegetable?"

"I only named the other Potato because he had a very potato-y face. This one doesn't. This one has a very George-y face."

I nod as if I understand how one could have a potato face and Harry pulls his keys out of his pocket.

"Where are you going?" He asks.

"To work, and I'm actually late, but if you want you can come by later? It's been a while since we've talked."

I mentally high-five myself at my courage and strength and can barely hold back a smile when he nods and crinkles his face in a dimply smile.

"Yeah, sure. That sounds good."

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P.S. You guys can imagine Lauren as any person you like, but I imagined her hair to look like the girls hair in the picture above

(maybe a bit more messy though)

P.P.S. I don't imagine Lauren to look like that girl at all, just her hair is similar :)