blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 46

I feel much more at ease in my relationship with Harry. Whatever it may be. It was such a change of pace to see him so vulnerable tonight and willing to share pieces of his life with me. And it didn't stop at dinner. In the car ride back, all he wanted to do was share with me his childhood and his favorite and least favorite things. I can tell that tonight was suppose to happen. I am proud to say that tonight's dinner, despite my anxieties going in, played out for the better.

"Harry, have you seen my floss?" I ask after rinsing my mouth with the cheap mouthwash.

"Harry?" I yell a little louder after not receiving a response.

"Yea?" he shouts above his loud video game, half deaf.

"Floss. Have you seen it?"

"No, babe," he starts, fingers jabbing speedily across the little controller. It marvels me just how much pleasure he receives from the Fortnite game. I'll never understand it.

"Have you checked your bag?"

"Yes," I reply, sighing in defeat. I suppose one night without flossing won't hurt. The change in temperature from the restroom to the small hotel bedroom is drastic thanks to my steamy shower. My hair is matted to my head still, making me slightly uncomfortable.

"Did you brush your teeth?" I ask, feeling like a mom reminding her child of simple tasks before bed.

"Yea, babe," he replies without looking at me.

"In the shower."

"Okay."

While Harry is distracted with his game I start to tidy up a bit. Picking up his underwear and socks, I throw them into the dirty hamper for the maid.

This hotel is much better than any of the other ones we've stayed in. Not only is it overall cleaner, but the service is outstanding! Early in the morning a little old lady with a foreign accent will come in and clean quietly while Harry is still asleep. Of course, I'm usually up by that hour applying for scholarships for the both of us and sometimes even giving her a hand.

She is just the sweetest old lady you'll ever meet!

Regardless of her services, I think that we keep the place pretty tidy - well, at least I do. Harold is quite the opposite. Most of the mess that spawns in the tiny room is the slender man's.

After I'm done cleaning up his stuff, I take a seat beside him to watch him play. Without looking at me, he reaches at the air. I roll my eyes as I take a look at the Sonic drink not too far away from his hand.

Grabbing the drink, I bypass his hand , bringing the straw up to his mouth. Why am I like this?

"Thanks, baby," he smiles as he takes a sip of the blue ocean water.

With a hum, I play the drink directly in front of him for next time and leave before I find myself breathing for him too.

I sit on the bed, opening my laptop to finish applying for the scholarships and internships I've been working on. There's only one I'm really, truly gunning for: a medical internship stationed in Africa!

Of course, it has also been the longest one to complete, but I'd like to think that my efforts are well spent.

After about half an hour of working away, I close my laptop and roll out the floor mat provided to practice some yoga.

Changing into a pair of gray sweatpants and one of Harry's long shirts I begin my practice in the downward dog position. Closing my eyes,
I begin to count backwards from thirty slowly.

My body stretches instantly to conform to the feats of the position. It literally feels like I'm being gently stretched gently, like a delicate taffy. I've always enjoyed yoga. It's one of my favorite pastimes. It's a shame I don't get much time these days to dedicate more time to it.

I don't hear Harry's game stop nor do I hear the sound of his footsteps until he appears next to me.

"You being in this position makes me want to do bad things to you," he says, frightening me enough to cause me to fall.

"Harry!" I exclaim, slightly intimidated by his claim.