Hot Summer Nights

Chapter 2

"Harry you're not nice" I say as I lay my head down on his chest, giving in.

"I don't have to be nice you love me anyway." He chuckles, tracing the contours of my spine with his long fingers.

"Buttface." I mumble.

"Excuse me? What was that?" He tilts my chin up, and quirks one brow at me.

I stick my tongue out at him and sit up, my legs draped over his torso and my back against the couch. This is nice, it's how we used to hang out before his birthday party, I missed it.

"Violet if you're going to be rude I'll have to ask you to leave." He says childishly.

"Harold your mother gave me a key when we were twelve."  I smirk "I'm twice as welcome here as you'll ever be. Rude and all."

"She doesn't know you're rude! Poor woman invited you in and all you do is abuse her favorite child." He snorts. 

"I have never layed a hand on Gemma!' I gasp in fake horror.

"Better watch your tone Johnson or I won't be holding your hand during the movie tonight." He's back to smirking 

"I think I'll live" I roll my eyes "speaking of which I should probably go home and get ready for that." I say as I start to stand up.

"Noooo" he whines as he pulles me back down. I'm wedged awkwardly between him and the couch now.

"Harold get a hold of yourself'" I laugh "I'll be back up in like an hour so you can drive me, you're my date after all." I wink at him and head towards the door.

"Don't expect me to pay for your ticket!" He calls after me.

"Such a gentleman." I say with my hand over my heart, proud.

"Yea I know what you like baby" he says with a wink. I laugh until I realize that he actually does.

Harry's POV

I actually am paying for her ticket. We have a system, she buys a large popcorn and sprite, while I get the tickets and we share the food. We've been doing it like that since we were about eight.

Strangely enough I feel the need to impress Violet tonight, so I put on the dark green flannel she got me for my birthday, over a grey shirt with black jeans. She'll end up messing up my hair in the car anyway, so I don't touch it.

I douse myself in the cologne she got me for christmas and tie up my converse, getting ready to head out I realize it's only been twenty minutes. Violet said a whole hour! This is going to be unbearable, she's always late.

I head down the street, planning to climb in Violets bedroom window like we did when we were kids and scare her. I go around the side of her house and start to climb the big oak tree that leans up against the house.

I'm on the branch under her window when I hear her singing an old kooks song, it's my favorite and it has never sounded so good to me, Taking pictures of you.

"Rapunze, Rapunzel let down your hair!" I call, she's laughing as only her head pops up over the window sill.

"Um Harry I'm not exactly dressed at the moment, so if you could be going" She says blushing. God she is so damn beautiful.

"Oh let me help!" I say as I push myself up onto the ledge of the window.

"No way jose get out of here" she says laughing. I think she forgets how tall I am, even sitting I can see right down the top of the blanket she had hastily wrapped around herself.

Ignoring her scolding I tumble in the window onto her bed. I put on her reading glasses and pick up whatever girly magazine she had been reading, and pretend to look extremely interested in how to fight frizzy hair.

"Is that a new dress Rapunzel?" I ask with a straight face, refering to her makeshift blanket toga.

"Why yes Harold it is. How kind of you to notice." She says laughing. Orchestrating a very overdone bow I'm treated to another glimpse down the top of the blanket.

I bite my lip and try to think clean pure thoughts to clear my head. I get up and cross over to her, lifting her by her underarms and swinging her around before bringing her to my chest and waltzing her around the room dramatically.

She's laughing and red by the time I stop spinning her and set her on the edge of the bed.

"Thank you Harold but I really need to finish getting dressed so if you don't mind, please go wait in the closet." She says as she stands up.

"The closet? Really? I expect five star treatment! Who do you think I am! just some neighborhood boy you can shove in closets any time you want?" I scoff indignantly.

She grabs my hips and draws herself close to me, batting her eyelashes innocently. She places her palms flat on my chest and leans even closer, walking me backwards toward what I assume is her bed.

My heart rate has picked up considerably  and just when I think she's about to kiss me she gets this wicked smile on her face. I'm just thinking about how adorable it is before I realize she has me pressed up against her closet door. She laughs and swings the door open behind me and I fall backwards onto the floor.

"Wow Harold looks like you're really falling for me." she grins. She kicks the door shut behind her and I'm left in the dark.

I stand up and grope the wall for a lightswitch, but it's outside the door.

"Violet' I whine " At least turn on the lights." I hear a giggle and a few seconds later the light flickers on.

I turn from the door and start to look around, until I find something interesting. Her underwear drawer. I smirk as I hold up a thong constructed of complete lace, and a bra to match. I quickly put on the bra and go back to lean against the doorway.

Violet's POV

 I finish putting some loose waves in my hair with my curling wand, and go to let Harry out of my closet. I'm frankly suprised he stayed in there for so long. I open the door and am not at all suprised to see Harry leaning against the wall wearing one of my bras.

I choose to ignore it.

"Ready to go?" I ask innocently, not looking at the bra.

"Sure." he says, with slightly raised brows.

I pull him by his hand down the stairs and to the front door yelling to my mom that I'm leaving with Harry.

We make it all the way to the car before he asks.

"Violet can you undo the snaps on the back? I can't reach."

"What are you talking about?" I ask innocently. "You look fine. Lets go or we're going to be late."

"Violet I'm not going in a damn bra!" He's a little scared I'm not going to help him out of it. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't?

"Harry come on we need to get going! You've wanted to see this movie all summer! Besides you look very handsome, green is a good color on you." I smirk. That's the kind of friend I am.

He spins in a circle like a dog chasing his tail trying to unhook the clasps, and my neighbor Mrs. Brown walks by, giving me a quizical look. I just smile and wave and continue watching Harry struggle.

After a few minutes of this I finally help him out of it. He's scowling when we get into the car and I can't stop laughing.

"You were stretching it out" I try to explain through my laughter.

"Maybe, but I looked better in it than you ever will." He smirks

"Please, your so flat chested." I roll my eyes and we both crack up.

On the way to the movie theater we're singing along to the songs on the mix CD I made him last summer, when he reaches over and takes my hand. There's nothing weird about holding hands with Harry, we do it all the time. But I can't ignore the butterflies that erupt in my stomach when he runs his thumb over my knuckles.