Palas

36. "Never call me daddy."

Somehow we make it through the day without another mayor accident happening. Harry saves some people and I watch him in awe. Because of my foot we decide it is best to just wait another day and not risk an infection. Reports are saying the swell will get bigger tomorrow and since we have another four days to survive, I agree with staying on the background.

We play games as we watch different characters, imagining their lives. We color some more and listen to the radio. It's relax even though we're at work and people have to be saved.

There are some kids playing right in front of us after we move the buggy to the 'studs' part of the beach. Harry has to save one of them because their mother wasn't paying attention. As he drags the kid out of the water, it says; "I wish she saved me," pointing to me in a very obvious way. As a return I point to my foot that rests on the steering wheel.

Harry drops the child to the ground in one motion and I laugh hard as the kid walks back to his mommy who probably won't believe a word he's going to say.

"Ungrateful, little prick," Harry mutters under his breath as he walks back to me, drying his body with a towel.

He ducks down under the roof of the buggy protecting us from the sun. The approximately between us is slim, very slim as he tugs his lip between his teeth.

"I do get what he means though, I liked it when you saved me," he whispers as his eyes travel down my body.

He giggles when he sees he has an effect on me. Of course he has. Harry has an effect on everyone except children apparently.

"Yeah yeah." I shrug him off swatting him away with my hand. "Just give me a hand as I make my way out of this hell hole."

"Oh come on. You liked the kid saying that. Admit it," he demands and he crosses his arms over his wet, bare chest.

"I did, but I want to go home now. I'm tired. Unlike you I climbed a fucking mountain," I huff and extend my hand to wrap it around his shoulder.

Luckily he keeps silent as he obeys and I hop back to the tower while I cling to him. The plastic bag is fine on hard ground, but sand has a way of creeping in to every little place possible so I doesn't seem good to walk over the beach just yet.

"Thanks," I say when we reach the strip after some struggles on the stairs.

He unwraps himself from me and every time he touches me, I am reminded of how much I miss James. Since the moment I discovered boys and the way they can make you feel, I have had a boyfriend or someone to keep me company. I haven't been without a good hug or make-out session for so long since I was fifteen.

If only Harry could just wrap his arms around me and stay that way for the rest of the day. Or sleep with me while spooning me. My nights here have been short because I dread sleeping alone.

But of course Harry can't do that. He likes sleeping alone. He likes being alone in general. I don't expect him to cuddle his conquers at all. He tosses them out for a reason.

"Should we write in the logbook?" I wonder as Harry passes the tower.

"Nah, Zeno did."

"Was this a normal day?" I ask him as I catch up with him. The noise of the plastic bag over the stone very annoying.

"There are no normal days in Palas. I thought you had figured that out already, Lee." He starts walking backwards to face me.

His face is split in a big grin. He's teasing me again. It seems to be his hobby.