Cabin Three // h.s. au

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The Chapter Where Shi.t Gets Real
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(feeling like there's nothing to figure out)

Warning before you read: DON'T BE MAD AT HARRY. DON'T BE MAD AT JESS. AND DON'T THINK THAT THEYRE TOO SERIOUS FOR HOW SHORT THEYVE KNOWN EACH OTHER BC YOU DON'T KNOW EVERYTHING YET ;)

anyway...

"Harry Edward!" A voice shouted as soon as we exited the house. Harry winced.

"Uhm," he looked over at me with a pained expression, "I'm uncertain of Dave's response, but I am sure it will not be a positive one. I am apologizing in advance for what I'm about to do."

"What?"

I was unable to blink in the timespan it took him to harshly shove me into the tall bushes around his house. I landed into the leafy, piney heaps with a grunt. I heard Harry shush me and I rolled my eyes.

"Harry Styles." I watched David through the few holes in the bush. "Where is Jessica?"

"Her name isn't Jessica."

"What's her name?"

"I don't know who you're talking about, so I can't help you," Harry tutted.

"Harry, I swear to God, if you're f.ucking her-"

"I'm not."

"I will not deal with this again." David's voice was stern and tensed up. "I saw you and Jess walk into this house alone, and I will not let this happen in my ca-"

"Don't you think if I were going to f.uck her I would take her to my cabin? You've got no privacy in that house. Milo is in there, for all I know mum is in there-"

"Stop," David directed. "Listen to me carefully. I understand that you want to live and have fun and girls are a part of that fun-"

"David, please stop-"

"No, listen. You may have fun with girls outside of this camp. I wouldn't tell your mother about it, and please, god, don't let her know that I supported this, but I understand it. Just, please don't exploit my campers. I could get sued, you could get charges pressed against you, my camp could be shut down, all because you couldn't keep it in your pants." I watched Harry's chest rise and fall.

"David, this is d-"

"No, save it," David interrupted. "You understand?" He asked.

"Yes," Harry muttered between clenching his jaw, with a small vein outlined in his neck.

"Good," he curtly said, and walked away. Harry stood dumbfounded for around two minutes, and eventually his breathing slowed down. Without turning to look at me, he mumbled,

"You can come out now." I slowly emerged from the sharp bush, brushing myself off and staring at him. Still looking at the ground, he sighed. When his head snapped up to mine, I watched his mouth slowly open, and then shut, as he looked distantly into my eyes.

"So-"

"You know," he interrupted me, gesturing with his hands that I begin walking with him. "I used to be a baker."

"You used to be a baker?" My expression was dumbfounded as I watched him. I was baffled that he was going to just brush the conversation that he knew I overheard off.

"Yeah, I was a baker in Cheshire but not for very long, but when we came here, I realized that I liked baking so I got a job as a baker," he slowly explain, in his droning low monotone.

"Harry," I began. "You do realize that-"

"I can make any kind of bread, and I'm quite good at icing things," he continued, as if he couldn't hear me. I sighed, nodding. If he didn't want to talk about it, I didn't care to listen.