twenty-two
brooklyn
saturday
So, there I stood. After about an hour long drive, I arrived at this house with nothing but a rental truck full of paint rollers, tarps, and blue paint. Plus, a super cute Harry in a little red flannel.
I placed my hands on my hips looking over the house. It was a small little blue house right by the lake, that was atleast half frozen by now. Holy fuck it was cold.
"Who's house was this?" I asked Harry. "It was the first house my grandparents bought." He told me and I smiled. "Yeah.. my grandpa was a dick- he was selfish, abusive, an alcoholic and he created the throbbing parasite that is my father..." he said, I bit my lip back feeling incredibly uncomfortable. What was I supposed to say to that?
"I'll bring the paint in, baby." He said, kissing my cheek and slapping my ass when i began to walk away. I laughed a little to myself before entering the house.
It was obvious they'd been prepping it for a while, there was tarps all over the wooden floor and it was pretty much empty. I couldn't help but notice a box sitting on the kitchen counter.
'FAMILY SHIT'
It was labeled.
I smiled to myself, standing on my tip toes and fishing out a dusty photo album.
'HARRY N' GEMMA'
It read.
Harry had a sister? How come we'd never talked about this? My curious George looking ass decided to take a look.
I slowly opened the book, only to see a bunch of polaroids. Some of them seemed recent, no less than 2 years old. Some of them were baby pictures. I had a feeling that Harry's grandfather hadn't died as long ago as Harry said.
She was so pretty. I wonder how old she is? Or if she lives in America? Or Why had this never come up before?
"That's a nice picture of me." Harry said, placing a finger on the Polaroid. I jumped, letting out a small shriek and quickly closing the photo album.
"Where did you c-"
"-I'm everywhere, Brooklyn."
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"Thanks for helping me do this," Harry smiled looking over at me from the other side of the wall. It had been about an hour and a half and I've rolled on more paint than Post Malone had rolled joints.
"No problem, I love getting high off paint." I smiled and harry giggled. "I should've brought masks," he said and I just smiled.
"It's too quiet, don't you think?" I asked putting down my roller on the tarp. Harry looked over his shoulder at me walking over to the counter.
"Boy, if you don't-" he started but i cut him off with the beginning of Redbone.
"You play this song too m-"
"-Daylight!" I screamed cutting him off, Harry shook his head laughing to himself. "I wake up feeling like you won't play right!" I screamed again, making my voice shake and crack on perfect.
"Sit down, just sit down," he laughed, turning to face back at his wall. I squatted down into a a Nicki pose, holding onto the wall and twerking. "It made me put away, my pride.. ooo my pride, bitch, my pride" I sang, laying down on the tarp covered floor.
"So long!" I yelled. "You made Harry wait for some, so long!" I sang and he turned around a big smile on his face.
"Are you done now? Are you finished?" He asked, still laughing and I shook my head as I saw him walking towards the counter.
"No!" I laughed, crawling over to him and grabbing a hold of his leg. He continued to walk without an issue. Fuck you.
"Oh, this is my song!" He yelled and I shook my head standing up.
"My uber is here-" I began to walk away but Harry grabbed my hand, pulling me back to him.
"Oh, come on Brooklyn. You know you love this song."
"Not nearly as much as you do-"
"-I like your face despite your nose! 17 and and half years old! Worrying about.. my brother finding out what's the fun in doing what your told? Sing it, Brooklyn!" Harry yelled, and I smiled. I decided give in and finish the lyric.
"I said no! Oh, give it a rest I could persuade you, im not your typical stoned 18 year old! Give me a night I'll make you! Harry,"
"I know you're looking for salvation in the secular age but im not you saviour! Wrestle to the ground... god help me now."
"Cause' they're just girls, breaking hearts!" We scream in unison. Literally at the top of our lungs, because there was no one to tell us to shut up, no one to tell us to stop. We were in the middle of nowhere.
"Uptight, eyes bright, just girls! But she can't be what you need if she's seventeen! They're just girls! Just girls!"
After about 5 more songs and a small paint war, we decided it might be time to get back to work, since had one more wall of this living room and the entire house was done. That's what we were going to do ofcourse, then drake started playing. I could hear Harry very audibly gasp, and drop his roller.
"This... is my favourite song.." he said I and smiled. He walked over to me and took the roller out of my hand.
"Come on, Harry! We have to finish this the suns setting-" I whined, fighting him but he kissed my cheek over and over "It's okay baby, come on. Just sing with me, one verse, one verse." He pleaded and I rolled my eyes.
He picked up and empty paper towel roll. "I got my eyes on you!" He sang, lifting my hand up and kissing it. "You're everything that I see," he knelt down, keeping is gaze on me. I crossed my arms infront of my chest. "-Harry,"
"-I want your hot love and emotion, endlessly!" He sang, for real. Like actually sang. His voice was perfect. I didn't even know he could sing but I got the vibe he didn't either. I uncrossed my arms, as he stood up. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the middle of the room.
"I can't get over you!" He sang, "you left your mark on me, I want your hot love and emotion, endlessly..." he smiled gazing back over at me. I smiled back at him, grabbing his other hand and beginning to sway.
He dropped his "mic" and twirled me around as the song played. He swung me out and back in again. This time his arms were laced with mine and resting infront of my stomach as we swayed together. I rocked my hips against him, he swiped a hair behind my ear, humming the lyrics into my ear. I couldn't contain a huge smile.
I swung myself out, holding one of his hands above my head as I danced. I rocked my hips back and forth, wining a little. He watched me, smiling wide.
"You're a good girl and you know it," he hummed pulling me back in. This time his hands were on my waist, but there was no movement. We just stood there, lips gaped, staring at eachother. His green eyes wandered my face.
Suddenly, I grabbed his face pulling us into a passionate kiss. His grip tightened around my waist. The kiss for deeper and deeper. He tapped the back of my thighs, "jump," he whispered in my ear.
I honestly didn't think he could hold me but surprisingly enough, he could. I jumped and wrapped my legs tight around him, and he walked us to a bedroom probably without breaking the kiss.
He laid me down first, smiling down at me as he took off his flannel and tossed on the floor.
He climbed on top of me resuming our heated kiss. I moved my hands down over to the hem of his shirt, and pulled it over his head. I couldn't help but gaze at the small black doodles I hadn't seen in too long. I
He smirked from on top of me, running his hands through his floppy brown locks before we kissed again. I felt his hands roam around the hem of my shirt, and I pulled away from him. He gave me a scared look and I smiled, pulling my own shirt over my head. His eyes widened, his pink lips separated.
"A-Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked and I flipped us over so I was on top. "Pretty sure," I shrugged and he smirked as I went back in for another kiss. "-Brooklyn," he pulled away again. "I want to, Harry. I'm sure." I said and he smiled wide, and flipped us over quickly. I let out a small shriek.
"Your wish is my command."