Tease//h.s au

14

as summer starts to come to a close i find myself still sitting on harry's patio even at night when the temperature dips low enough for me to take on of his sweatshirts and put it on. the same applies to me right now as i sit criss-cross applesauce on the nice patio looking at the moon and stars plastered in the sky like they are every night. harry is inside washing dishes, i tried to help but he showed me away.

"may i join you?" he questions and i hear the door shut behind him. i nod my head yes and i know he can see it from the light that's near the door. he sits down next to me, his knees cracking as he mumbles about being old.

"isn't it interesting that we are looking at stars that are probably dead?" i mumble while i lean my head against his shoulder. he hums a reply and we just sit in silence and stare out looking at the silhouettes of the trees and fences, sound from cars moving around can be heard faintly. all is good.

"so, when do you start school?" he asks, i knew the question had been on his mind.

"three weeks" i tell him and think about how much it will suck to start school again.

"what does that mean for us?" he asks and i feel my heart start to beat faster. i had thought about it of course but not too deep since i'm not even moving onto campus.

"what do you mean by that?"

"what are we? how will this impact us? i work a lot as it is and then you will have school" he elaborates with a sigh. i stare out not wanting to look at him.

"are we boyfriend and girlfriend, harry?" i question knowing that it sounds like two eighth graders but i want to know.

"yeah" he answers and turns his head to give me a short kiss that still leaves me smiling like a school girl. harry and i are finally official. "how will this impact our relationship though?"

"time will tell. we will make time for each other like we have been doing" i reassure him and he just says okay and puts his arms around me pulling me closer to him. i move my head so i can give harry a kiss on the cheek, something i haven't done before, and from the light shining on the porch i can see a layer of blush settle across his cheeks. "aw, are you blushing?"

"i am not" he argues but it's clear he is as he tries to hide his face from me. i laugh at his cuteness and he still tries to turn away. "stop or i'm going to throw you into the pool."

"your bluff is cuter than your blush, aw" i coo at him which makes him promptly get up and lift me as well. "okay you made your point put me down!"

"nope" he chimes and i can his smirk as he smacks my ass. as i open my mouth to protest my body is thrown into the freezing water. i pop above the surface as quickly as i can to see him standing at the side of the pool.

"at least come in, it's not even that bad" i lie as i try to act nonchalant and float around. i watch as he peels off his shirt and canon balls into the cold water, splashing some on my face. he comes to the surface with a grimace as he grabs my waist.

"it's fucking freezing you liar" he glares at me and i just give him a cheesy smile. i latch my legs around him trying to stay warm and look at his tattoos closer because they never cease to fascinate me.

"does that really just say hi?" i laugh as i point to the tattoo on his arm. he shakes his wet hair like a dog just to spite me.

"yeah, my ex and i got a lot of not matching but corresponding tattoos. he really liked getting them done so i didn't mind" he tells me and i nod as i look down at the tattoos that scatter his body.

"i almost did the same thing for my old boyfriend, glad i didn't" i say as i think back to the dumb idea, not like i would have been able to legally get one because my parents no matter how much they don't care wouldn't let me do something like that.

"i don't regret getting the tattoos. they meant something and they're still cool so i wouldn't mind getting more honestly"

"get one of me but with shrek's body" i demand and as soon as i say that he lets go of me and lightly pushes me away from him.

"fucking weirdo" he yells as he swims towards the latter to get out before we turn into popsicles. i laugh harder than i probably should at my own joke but the part i didn't know was how much harry loved hearing me laugh.

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