Across the Pond

Chapter 42

By the time we wake up the next day, it is almost 10.  Harry is already up again, but this time he's walking around the room, cleaning up and repacking our suitcases.  "Morning, babe.  I was just about to wake you up.  We have to leave in a half hour."

I throw the sheets off me and jump out of bed faster than I ever have before, "Half hour?!"  I run to my suitcase and donne the first shirt I pull out-- a beige flowy shirt that falls just above my waist.  I pair it with a pair of long capris that have a rolled up cuff at the ankle.  

"Woah, slow down.  We're driving, but I'd like to leave in a half hour" Harry informs me as I tug up my pants.  I let go of my pants halfway way up my legs to put my hands on my hips, "I hate you."

He laughs at what he just made me do and I want to punch him.  "I've never seen you jump out of bed that fast."  I roll my eyes and finish getting dressed.  I slip on my beige ballet flats with a black tip and slide my long gold pearl necklace over my head and head into the bathroom to finish getting ready.

As I am straightening my hair, Harry joins me in the bathroom and stands behind me.  "Ready, love?" he tucks his fingers in my front pockets.

"No, stop, I don't want to burn you" I whine and shake my hips to get him to step back.  

"You won't."  I snap the iron in front of his face a few times and he jumps back.  

"Try me" I smirk and resume my hair.

He leans his hip against the counter and crosses his arms over his chest, facing me with the cheesiest grin on his face.  "I love sassy Tori in the mornings."  I roll my eyes at him again and keep ironing the same part of my hair because it just won't flatten out. 

"Can I help?" he asks.

"Help?"

"Yea, like do it for you?"

"You want to straighten my hair?"  He shrugs.  I actually think this would be interesting so I hand the iron to him and my purple paddle brush.  "Don't burn me and make sure you get it from the roots" I smirk.  

He reaches for the iron and touches the burning top part only to jerk his hand back and scream.  "The hell?!"

I burst into a fit of giggles.  "Careful, that's the hot part."  He pokes his tongue out at me and takes the handle this time.  

"Shit, that really hurt" he shakes out his hand.  

"Beauty is pain."  He claps the iron in my face now just like I did to him a minute ago and I jab him in his side.  "You will literally burn me.  Give me that" I try reaching for the iron back but he holds it up in the air. 

"No, I got this now.  I promise."  I back down, reluctantly and he lowers the iron, then looks at my hair, then me in the mirror.  "I don't got this.  What do I do?"

I can't help but laugh because he's so cute trying to help me, but he honestly has no idea what he's doing.  He has a band of curls flopping nearly over his eyes so the way he is peeking at me from under the hair is equally adorable as it is hot.

I take the brush back to show him how to collect the hair, then run the iron over it a couple of times.  He catches on pretty quickly and soon I'm leaning slightly on the counter with my hands and a childish grin plastered on my face as I watch Harry delicately and thoroughly straighten each strip of my hair.  Whenever he's thinking really hard, he pokes his tongue out of his mouth slightly-- which is what he is doing now and I watch him intently as my hair eventually becomes straight.  

Because it's taking him extra long to finish my hair, I reach for my make up bag so I can kill two birds with one stone.  "You don't need that stuff, babe" he finally says after a short period of silence.