No Control • hs

twenty-nine

"Thanks for letting me stay here tonight." I say after spitting out some toothpaste whilst brushing my teeth.

"No problemo." Harry says, putting some towels into the cabinet. Harry said he will extend my stay at his place under one condition: he gets showered with unlimited love. I said he was funny and that I would be staying there anyway.

I finish brushing my teeth and I rinse my mouth. I start twisting my hair, pulling it up to a bun."Hey, I know how to do that lemme show you." Harry grabs one of my hair ties and wraps it around into bun. To be honest, it looks better than mine.

"Cool, now give me my hair tie back."

"No, I like it like this."

"Go get you own hair ties then."

"I don't have any." I roll my eyes, knowing better than to pick a fight about something so stupid. I can sacrifice my hair for Harry's happiness for one day. I walk out of the bathroom, into the kitchen, and open the fridge.

"Do you have any water bottles?" I yell to Harry who is still in the bathroom.

"Under the fruit." I jump and turn around. Louis sits on a barstool.

"You scared me."

Louis gives me a half-smile, satisfied with himself. "Louis, stop scaring our guest." Harry says while entering the room. Louis chuckles and gets off the barstool, coming to help me find a water.

"Here you are." He says, handing me the water.

"Thanks."

"Peyton." I turn my head, realizing Harry was calling me from the couch.

"Yeah." I say, making my way towards the couch.

"Do you want to watch a movie or something?"

I sit down next to Harry and place my head perfectly in the crook of his neck. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me even closer. He gently kisses my forehead, leaving me relaxed.

"I don't know, what do you have?"

"The Little Mermaid."

***

"PEYTON!" I jerk awake to the sound of a stressed Harry Styles.

"What?"

"We're going to be late!" Harry rips the covers off of my significantly bare legs.

"What time is it?"

"6:00!"

"Harry, we don't have to be there until 7:30 and it's almost 5 minutes away."

"I understand, I just want to be early on my first day, you know?"

"Yeah, whatever." I say sarcastically, rolling off the couch.

"Which tie should I wear?" Harry walks out of the bathroom wearing a suit, holding up a red tie and blue tie in separate hands.

"Neither, the kids will get paint on that suit in less than five seconds." I change into some random clothes I had stowed away in my suitcase from going home.

"I know! I just want to be prepared, look studious, you know?" We change and successfully get ready and get out the door, making it to the school in record time.

I give Harry a Pepe talk before we enter the classroom. "Just nod about everything she says, but don't act too smart or too stupid, got it?"

"Got it." Harry says, giving me a thumbs up. He opens the door wide and immediately gets flooded with questions, just like I had on my first day here. Harry just simply gave them all a cheeky, dimple-filled smile and worked his way through the crowd of kids. I watched as Harry met the teacher and I got the kids to both settle and sit down. Harry jr. that I spotted on my first day was sitting at the orange table. When the two were in the same room, they looked blood related.

The kids eventually sat back down at their seats and colored this picture of a house and trees, Harry got one too. I pretty much watched Harry the whole time, the way his hair hangs across his forehead and the way his brows scrunch together when he is concentrating. Harry and I sit at the short ends of the table, opposite sides from each other. Harry picks up a green crayon and turns to the kid next to him. "Hey! Lookie there, it matches your shirt!"

"Skylar! Look!" Says the kid and he nudges the kid beside him and points to the crayon. "It matches my shirt!" Harry looks up at me, smiling ear to ear, it makes me imagine the day when he has kids of his own. The day comes to a close sooner than expected and next thing I know, we are going home.

"How was it?" I ask Harry, now on route to the grocery store to get him his own hair ties.

"It went well!"

"I thought the teacher and kids liked you, especially crayon kid."