American girl [H.S.]

Chapter 2 - Best day ever

June 5, 2008

"Harry what are we doing?" I asked.

"Well it's been 2 years since we met so we're spending the whole day together." He said, dragging me to his house. He's right. It's been 2 years since I was a 12 year dumb old girl in a new country. Now I'm 14 and still just as dumb.

"Okay. Well what are we going to do?" I asked.

"I don't know? Listen to music. Have fun." He shrugged, still pulling my hand all the way to his house. This town is pretty small and our houses are only a 5 minute walk from each other.

We walked into the house and Harry quickly dragged me to his room. "Mum! We'll be in my room!" He called out.

"Alright! Come down if you want snacks." She replied.

He shut the door to his room and I flopped down on his bed. He went to his drawer and pulled out his little MP3 player, plugging in the headphones and he sat beside me, his headphones pushing back his curls back slightly, making me smile. He started dancing to the music making me laugh.

"Harry. What are you listening to? Let me listen." I laughed, trying to grab it from him. He held it up to where I couldn't reach and I groaned.

I jumped up trying to grab it making Harry fall backwards onto the bed as I fell onto him. Our faces were inches apart and both our eyes were wide as we stared at each other.

A smirk grew on his face. "It was Rolling Stones." He said.

"I hate you." I laughed, pushing off him and sitting up.

"Come on. We still have a whole day to have fun." He said, standing up and running over to the closet.

"What are you doing?" I asked. He walked out with a yellow suit jacket from a play we did last year. "You are not wearing that."

"Why? I look sexy." He said, making me laugh.

"Let's go." I said. He followed me out the door, taking off the yellow coat and stuffing it into his backpack.

"Mom! We're going to go out! We'll be back soon!" He yelled out before shutting the door.

"Alright, where to next?" I asked.

"Well, American girl, we're going to see a movie." He said, putting his arm over my shoulder.

"Okay, British boy." I said, shrugging off his arm. "What movie?"

"A great movie." He replied.

"Thanks for the incredible detail." I said, sarcastically.

"No problem, love." He replied. That was the first time he called me love, and it was amazing. It rolled off his tongue perfectly.