Keeper

Chapter 29

I went ahead of Harry and he followed not far behind, only to turn in a completely different direction as I approached my parents. They had already thrown away all of their leftover food and had their navy blue rollerblades in their hands.

"Ready to go home?" My father asked, impatiently twirling his keys around his index finger.

"We've only been here for an hour, wouldn't you like to stay a little bit longer?" I asked, looking up at the clock on the wall. It wasn't even half past two.


"Nah, your moms not feeling so well." He mumbled.

I looked over at my mother to see the complexion of her face flushed. She tilted her head to the side once she caught me staring at her,

"It's nothing, just a headache." She spoke, shaking her head.

"Oh okay." I nodded. I didn't argue any further and followed in their footsteps, grabbing my rollerblades from beside the table we were sat at and walked up to the front counter. The cute old man smiled at me as I handed him my skates and I couldn't help but smile back.

Before we exited through the front door I quickly glanced back and raked the crowd for any sign of Harry. In the end I didn't catch sight of him, but that didn't stop me from smiling like a lunatic.

"Something wrong?" My father asked, raising an eyebrow.

There was a misty rain as we continued to walk, the sky increasingly darker than it was just a few hours before when I woke up.

I had almost forgot my father had asked me a question before me broke me out of my thoughts with a cough into his sleeve. I turned to face him to see his eyebrow still arched.

I waved him off,

"Um no, no I'm fine."

My father slowly nodded and once we reached the car he opened the back door for me,

"Thanks." I mumbled, slipping inside onto the gray faux leather. I crossed one leg over the other and buckled myself in, my arms immediately prickling with goosebumps once the cold air coming from the small vents hit my skin.

The drive home was excruciatingly quiet, the only sound was that of the windshield wipers and my father's occasional allergy-related sniffling. Even when I asked him to turn on the radio he objected, saying my mother's headache was already bad enough. She constantly kept repeating how she really didn't mind, and that it wouldn't bother her, but he insisted on keeping it off.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and once my eyes adjusted to the brightly lit up screen I couldn't help but smile to myself.

I decided to mess with Harry and my finger quickly hit the ignore button, knowing it would without a doubt piss him off. When we pulled up into the driveway it was full out pouring outside, and sadly I didn't have a coat nor an umbrella to keep me at least somewhat dry until I got to the porch.

Once my father unlocked the car I made a mad dash for the front door. Unfortunately I didn't get there without my hair getting matted to my head. Once my father opened the front door I headed towards the staircase,

"If anybody needs me i'll be taking a shower." I mumbled as I took on one step at a time, eventually reaching the entrance to my room. I grabbed an old t-shirt and comfy shorts out of my drawer before strolling over to my window, where I looked down at the lawn below.

I wasn't sure when Harry was going to show up and I didn't want to leave him locked out, because if I did he'd be absolutely drenched. I didn't find it to be the best idea for him to come over tonight but I didn't want to argue with him. His company alone would be amazing on a dreary afternoon like this but I just didn't know what his intentions were going to be.

Once I reached my bathroom I closed the door behind me, quickly stripping off of my somewhat soggy and sticky clothing. I turned the water on and waited for it to reach the perfect temperature before eventually stepping inside. I was never one for long, slow showers so I moved fairly quickly, steeping back out onto the pink fluffy mat in a matter of ten minutes.

I dried my body off with my towel and slipped on my bra and underwear, followed by my t-shirt and shorts. I was about to dry my hair but decided to just put it up in to a ponytail instead out of pure laziness. I was even considering braiding it but my thoughts were interrupted when I heard the sound of something making hard contact with the wood tiles of my bedroom floor and the deep mumbling of someone's voice.

I raised an eyebrow and slowly opened the door, my lips immediately curving up into a smile as I watched Harry patiently sitting on my bed. His back was towards me. His white t-shirt was practically transparent, his hair thick and much curlier than usual from the ongoing downpour outside. I just just about to sneak up to him but before I could his head snapped in my direction.


"Oh hey." He smirked, turning his body to face me.


"Hey." I reciprocated awkwardly, making my way over to the open spot next to him on my bed. I crossed my legs in the pretzel position and folded my arms over my chest.


"How long have you been here?" I asked, messing with my ponytail.


"Just got here." He answered, running a hand through his hair.


"Why didn't you answer my call?" He asked, suddenly changing the subject.


"I was in the car with my parents." I answered simply.

"Damn rain." He muttered, resting his back down onto my bed.

He shifted uncomfortably on the duvet before letting out a grunt. He stood up and grabbed at the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head, all of hidden tattoos that adorned his chest coming into view.


"I hate the rain." He huffed, sitting back down on the bed beside me.


I looked back up at him,

"I didn't take you as a rollerblader."


"I think I could say the same for you." He smirked.


"No, but really, why were you there?"


"Mikey's idea." Harry shrugged.


"He likes rollerblading?" I asked, scrunching up my nose.


"More so the girls involved than the actual activity." Harry laughed.


I rolled my eyes,

"Of course."


"So that girl at Mikey's party, is that his girlfriend or something?" I asked.


"Daisy? She's...she's something alright." He laughed.


I raised an eyebrow,

"What do you mean?"


"They have an on-off relationship is what I guess I'm trying to say." He shrugged.


"For how long?" I asked, suddenly becoming interested in their relationship.


"I don't know, from what Mikey's told me...a year maybe?"

I just nodded, not sure of what else i could say.


Harry kept his head down but his eyes snapped up to meet mine,


"You know I meant it when I said I wasn't finished?" He asked, a sly smirk making it's way to his lips.


Before I even had a chance to say a single word he had me with my back pinned to the bed, his body hovering over top of mine. He brought his face down to my neck and I felt his breath against my skin.

His lips met right below my jaw and the tingling sensation I got made me break out into a laugh. I tried covering my mouth with my hand but I couldn't since Harry had them held down. I tilted my head towards his touch, my laughing never seizing even for a second.


"What's so funny?" He asked, bringing his face back up so his eyes could meet mine.


"I'm very ticklish is all." I squeaked, the feeling of his lips still lingering.


"Yeah?" He asked, biting on his lip ring.

Right when I began to nod his hands found their way to my stomach. He mercilessly began to tickle me to the point where it was hard for me to breath through my laughter.


"H-Harry stop." I laughed, doing my best to pry his hands off of me.


"P-please," I squeaked.


"My parents a-are downstairs."


After that and to my luck he stopped, although he remained on top of me.


"Do you mind?" I asked, pushing on his chest.


"No, not at all." He sang, that dang smile of his still visible.


His expression was serious for a few seconds until it was shattered with a laugh,

"I can't wait for that detention on Monday." He winked, and with that he was through my window, wet t-shirt in hand, and out of view.