camp cherry | hs

five

look at his nose how is that possible pls

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HANA

Ella had nearly punched me when I informed her of what had occurred in the showers. I distinctly remember throwing my hand over her mouth when she screamed, "you saw his dick!"

The embarrassment flooding through me had soon quadrupled when I looked through the small window and saw none other than Harry stood by my cabin, a startled look on his face. His eyes dragged down my body, focusing on my tanned legs before smirking arrogantly and stalking off.

Dinner is awkward, Harry and Taylor sitting with us again. I know by the not-so-sly glances I keep receiving from Taylor that Harry had told him exactly what had happened, just like I had to Ella. I fight a smile when she gives the same look to a Harry, and I could see that she's imagining everything that I'd told her, which I put a stop to with a swift kick to the shin and a warning glare.

We have a few hours of free time, which we spend most of in the courtyard with the other girls, excluding Amy and her friends who sit glumly on a hill and squawk excitedly every time Harry stroll past. The sun is just beginning to set when Harry taps my shoulder with one finger, mouthing 'wait for a minute' before leaving innocently, travelling to the side of his cabin where the others couldn't see us.

"I'm just going to the bathroom," I excuse myself, trying not to run or trip over my feet as I made my way to Harry. "Hello? Harry?" I whisper-yell, yelping in alarm as a large hand grabs my forearm and pulls me around the corner. Harry's hard body presses me into the wall of his cabin. He pokes his head around the corner, checking if anyone was near, I presume. "Harry, what're you doing?"

"Wanted to see you," he answers simply, finally releasing me from his hold and sliding to the floor, landing with a crunch from the dried leaves beneath him. I follow, instinctively sitting close to him. His breaths are shallow; it's clear something is wrong, but I don't push him to talk about it.

"Are you alright?" I question politely, not wanting to seem nosy and get shut out altogether.

"I'm fine," he breathes out a humourless chuckle, his hand coming to rest on the front of my lower leg, his thumb rubbing circles around my ankle. "You?" he glances to me, his hair held up by the surface behind him, and he leans slightly forward to let it return to its usual position.

"I'm good. So... you told Taylor what happened, then?"

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, hiding a smirk, "you told Ella, then?"

My mind flashes back to him hearing her crude words and my entire face heats up.

"Yes."

"Judging by the way she was staring at me during dinner, I'd guess you told her all the details," his face is shifting closer to mine, my eyebrows furrowing in humiliation.

"Of course I told her what happened, she's my best friend."

"Did you have to tell her that you 'saw my dick!'?" he imitates Ella, repeating the words he had accidentally overheard earlier, my head falling to rest in my hands to cover the fact that my cheeks are blushing excessively. "I bet you told her how big it was, didn't you?" he continues, laughing warmly.

"There wasn't much to tell, then," I quip, his face falling and his ego visibly bruised.

"Well," he scoffs, "I invited you over here to have a nice talk, but all you seem to want to do is insult me. And your insults - they're not even true."