Vice-Verse (A Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

Four

Excuse Me, For I have never seen either of these movies.

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Four checkered disks of perfectly golden brown carbs jumped out of the toaster causing the almost desolate room to jump

Tea snatched up her respective two waffles from the machine, not bothering with a plate. I followed her actions, skipping the gooey syrup and creamy butter, biting directly into the waffle being held by my left hand like a barbarian.

We had woken in the late afternoon after both of us had staid up way past our usual time. Tea had waited the entire night for my return, yearning for the information I had gained. Although exhausted, I fed Tea the entire story in the late hours of the evening. Actually, fed is not the correct verb. She sucked it from me, every detail down to the paper air plane necklace that danced across Harry's decollete.

Our game of relaxed quickfire, the transformation from intimate setting to playful pillow fort, and our arrangements for the next night. This was all captivating to the beautiful girl.

“Hold up, you are seeing him again tonight?” Her voice held a hint of disbelief in it. “I would have thought that after you gave him no physical satisfaction that he would had let you slip from his grip.”

“Yes, we have plans to watch some movies tomorrow night at 7.” My silky voice explained, ignoring her attack after the question.

Subsequently to declaring all of my memories of the night to Tea I went next door to my guest room and slid under the white sheets and allowed the darkness to engulf me.

Now, in the morn, we sat across from each other on either side of the island, both of our messy buns catawampus with tendrils laying upon our shoulders, devouring the first meal we were to have consumed in 24 hours.

Usually our morning would be filled with booming music from the speakers over the kitchen sink and dancing about while preparing our food, but we both were way too tired to take part in those energetic activities.

Looking at the clock I realized that Harry's silver car would be parked outside the house in three hours, waiting for me to join him.

I groaned, straightening up in my chair and kicking my feet off the side in order to jump down.

“I am going to go take a shower and get ready.” I announced to the only person in the residence. “Are you planning on doing anything with your night.”

Tea gave a quick shake of the head, rubbing her temples where the headache had taken to. With her answer I headed up the steps to preform my daily ritual.

A hour and a half later I had been scrubbed clean, wearing high waisted denim shorts and a large open knit sweater along with a smaller eyeliner wing than usual. Peering through the window at 6:55 I noticed the familiar car that had been parked in that same spot last night. I popped into Teas large room to inform her of my departure and left the house hastily to greet the waiting boy.

I gently pulled the handle to open the door and reveal a pleased looking Harry.

“What are you grinning at?” I question, letting his smile mirror on my own face.

“Just glad to see you.” Harry's low voice disclaims as the car is eased onto the road.

“It has only been a little under 24 hours!” I giggle at his impatience as he shrugs at this bit of truth.

The muscles in his arms jumped with every turn of the wheel while his eyes thoroughly checked his mirrors when merging onto the Highway. I loved to study people when they were driving, considering I couldn't drive myself. This habit would hopefully payoff in a few months when I would be taking the test to freedom and receive my own license.