Two Night Stand // h.s

07

-Arizona’s POV-

Later that day, Harry came up with the idea of building a forte. We took heaps of blankets and pillows and somehow ended up building a pretty good forte, considering our condition. We end up grabbing a heap of plain white paper, and cutting out snowflakes, just for the occasion.

Harry also got out a vinyl, which I was absolutely obsessed with, and put on the song ‘Fantasy’ by Dye.

We were basically just sitting cross-legged on the floor, face to face, with little fairy light Harry surprisingly had. It was actually quite… Nice.

“So,” Harry says nervously, “why did you want to study pre-med when you don’t even want to be in medicine?”

“I thought about change subjects, but then I ended up graduating,” I replied, shrugging.

“What? How come?” He asks. Boy was this kid curious.

“Stupid reason, don’t even want to bring it up,” I say. “What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a part time bank person and band member,” he tells me.

“Wow, fancy… Banking. Wait, you’re in a band?” I ask, not expecting that answer. “Er yeah, small band, just started out really… We’ve played a few bars but we aren’t really anything,” He explains.

“Wow, didn’t expect you to be in a band.”

“Hey! Don’t forget I also work in a bank.”

“You’re going to have to sing to me before this is all over, you know that right?” I’d honestly love to see how Harry’s voice sounds. “Why don’t you just become a full time band member, huh?”

“Uhm, I don’t know. I mean, when you’re 17, you kind of just want to get out there show the world everything you had to offer, ‘cause you just had so many things you want to do… It’s been like that for a while, ya know? But since you never really know what life throws at you, I’ve always got a second option,” he shugs. I stare at him with a blank expression, “I don’t know. Not all dreams work out,” he says casually.

“So, you want to be one of those punk rockers?”

“With flowers in my hair…” he quotes.

I laugh and he joins me.

“Interesting…” I say, then looking back to the piece of paper, finishing the snowflake I was cutting.

We then end up putting all the papers aside, and lying on the ground, just facing each other and using our elbow to balance our upper body.

“I forgot to get the food! I’ll be right back,” I say, going up to get the food.

“No, no, it’s okay. Allow me,” Harry says.

He pulls on the blanket that was in between us and multiple plates full of lollies come sliding towards us. I look at him and smile, biting my lips.

“Oh, now I’m impressed,” I say.

“Only for you, babe,” Harry says, giving me a wink.

“It is like a butler, that is also a blanket,” I say.

I take a snake lolly and bit the head of and chuckle.

I was actually enjoying my time with Harry. I’m so glad I decided to get high.

“You know, I use to smoke back in college,” I blurt.

“But then one summer, I walked into my parents smoking to a vaporizer, watching Italian porn,” I continue.