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My back lied against the wooden dock, staring ahead at the bright screen of my phone. Harry lied next to me, our shoulders touching as he watched me go into my phone, and I carelessly allowed him to snoop through my business because I didn't really have much to hide from him. This time I wasn't topless, and though to his dismay.

I heard him a huff beside me. "Am I seriously a sloth for my contact picture in your phone?"

"Yes. I don't have an actual picture of you," I said casually, shutting off the screen of my phone before putting it down beside me. "And you do look like a sloth, so."

Harry scoffed. "Okay, thanks. Care to make me sound any less attractive?" Before I could open my mouth, he smirked and said, "On second thought, don't say anything. I might cry myself to sleep tonight if you say more."

Rather than just answering him I leaned my head onto his strong shoulder, clearly lazy enough to keep quiet. There was something really nice about being with him, although we can pull and tug on each other's buttons to the point where we're throwing text books at each other. There's this sort of pull, and this is why I've always been pulled to him in my worst situations.

"I'm still kind of upset," he whispered to me quietly, leaning his head on mine. Our vision remained on the sky that was not fully decorated with bright, glowing stars. Here and there a few were huge and shined the brightest, but not those abundant stars. 

My eyes narrowed, frowning a little in confusion. "Why?"

"You didn't let me kiss you."

I smiled against the soft, lightly tanning skin of his shoulder. "I said it wasn't going to be easy. Control yourself." I was trying to remain a normal start to something better. I wanted to do this slow, and hopefully he understands. I can't let myself rush into an actual relationship without knowing better. Harry and I are both very stubborn and complete hypocrites, and our relationship as friends or whatever was too dynamic. Keeping a good relationship with Harry will be tougher than what I'm expecting now.

He shook his head. "You know you want to kiss me. You're just torturing both of us. But it's okay, I understand." His lips pursed, not pleased with what he just said, obviously. I think we're two cavemen beating each other with thick wooden bats. I have the most apprehensive feeling this is going to be a disaster.

"You know," I started, chuckling already, "This doesn't effect me at all." 

"You're telling me? You're the one who was topless a few minutes ago." Harry remarked hotly, knowing he was on hot coal right now. He was right, but it wasn't necessarily because I couldn't resist him, but because I was trying to prove he couldn't resist me.

I scoffed a little, raising my head from his shoulder. My arm stretched out, my palm flat against the deck for support and leverage. I looked at his face, which he shot me a cheeky grin, eyebrows raised. "By the way, how's the sand up your ass right now?"

"I've been scratching it this entire time. I'm getting a fucking rash. Happy?" He spat at me, and I just noticed his hand down his swim shorts, regrettably staring before pushing away inappropriate thoughts away from my mind. "A great rash right at the crack of my ass and around my ass cheeks."

I scrunched up my nose, huffing out a laugh. "Thanks for the update on your upcoming ass rash."

"You're very fucking welcome." He sarcastically remarked, pushing himself off the deck with his hand still down his shorts. I laughed a little, watching him as he inevitably walked through the sand again. The movement of his hand down his pants made me more amused than before.

As we walked towards his car, I became aware of the time. Eleven thirty three at night. This means I better be heading back home before I find myself in more trouble. I looked over at Harry, watching as he scratched his ass a little more aggressively. My mind side tracked at the sight, wanting to spill my guts over in laughter.

"Harry, the more you scratch, the more the rash will spread," I told him. He just shot me a deadly glare. "It's not my fault you have sensitive skin."

"And you have extra sensitive nipples. Because that's all I felt back there in the lake. They could have cut me, as hard as they were."

I gasped, not really that offended but I just had to be defensive about my bre*sts. "It was cold! And plus they're perfect and you know it."

"That's true, but I bet you I've got scars on my chest because of those pointy, unicorn horn nips," he laughed, and I threw up my middle finger. Here we were, back to our older ways. The romance disappeared in the distance, and I guess that I like how Harry and I can go back and forth. But soon that will give me headaches.

I crossed my arms over my chest, frowning. "You need to take me home. Me and my unicorn horn nips."

He patted his swim shorts, leaving his hand out. I'm really hoping he keeps that hand to himself, and if I keep staring at it I'll probably give him dreadful ideas about shoving it in my face or making me suck on those dirty fingers of his. Oh my god, I need to leave right now.

"Alright, let's take you home, farm girl."

+

He was over at my side again, opening my door and letting me out of his Range Rover with a little grin on his face. I was still slightly offended over my "unicorn horn nips" even though he was probably kidding and I was being really foolish about it. He watched me carefully as I turned, standing right in front of him, totally annoyed.

"Oh, c'mon," he laughed, "I was joking." Harry's hands placed themselves at my hips, sliding up my sides and locating a more comfortable place on my waist. "You've got perfect nipples." 

I huffed, rolling my eyes. "Can we not talk about this? It's bad enough we're having a conversation about nipples and ass rashes."

"Hey, we're different, right?" He tested me with his words, knowing I said the same thing about how we work. We function together much different than any other two people. Hate doesn't evolve into friendship, never in any type of way.

"Don't use my words against me." I scolded him, slightly playing around. My body leaned into his a little, pushing off my feet. My arms were to my chest, pressing against his own. I looked up to find his pale green eyes already staring at me.

His face leaned in so close to mine; almost ducking just to look at me, my eyes adjusting to the gaze from his. I felt a little smile curve itself onto my lips, my hands on his shoulders, and our lips inches away. "Just let me kiss you," he whispered, "Just a little one." He searched my face, hoping that I wouldn't refrain myself from doing something I want.

I stood on my toes, sending him a tiny smirk. "On one condition."

Harry grunted in playful annoyance. "What is it, farm girl?"

"You go ahead and plan our next date," I whispered, ignoring his little impatient remark. Harry sighed, mumbling a "finally" beneath his breath. His hands on my waist slid off, his arms coming around my smaller frame while pulling me closer and his lips attatching to mine. My eyes closed quickly, almost still shocked this is happening. They were cool, but warm at the same time. Softer than I expected, and just perfect.

His soft lips molded into mine, gradually allowing a feeling of contentment flow throughout my body. My skin, even in the warm summer night, felt so unrealistically chilled. I skipped all those thoughts about "sparks" because I didn't fucking feel sparks, no matter how ridiculous that sounds. I felt happy. That's an actual emotions, ladies.

A soft, slow pop sound broke into the air when we pulled away. I opened my eyes to see Harry, a lazy grin on his lips while I bit my bottom lip, failing at keeping my smile at a hidden state. "How was that?" He asked, amused.

"If we were in those corny Disney Channel shows...they'd be 'oohing' us right now." His hands gently traveled down my spine, his fingers grazing my skin beneath the frail shirt I wore, grazing the knot tied behind me from my bathing suit. That's another thing that felt good. His skin against mine was flawlessly endearing and comforting. I felt myself turn into liquid goo at the sensation.

Harry pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth, smiling at my stupidity. "Ooh indeed."

+

The afternoon, I was stuck in the house, not allowed to go to the restuarant because my mom doesn't want me working. She decided to give me the day off, with the exceptions that I'll be hanging with Elliot today, which I don't really mind. Elliot sat himself on my couch, lazily looking through his laptop and his other hand in a bowl of Dorito chips.

"Do you think Taco Bell delivers?" He asked, eyes watching the bright screen of his laptop.

I laughed at him, lying upside down with my feet in the air on the love seat across from him in my living room. It was a dark brown, soft and cool. The air conditioner was on full blast, and I was glad for so because it was a sizzling ninety five degrees outside.

"Probably not?"

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "God, you're useless."

Grinning to myself, I looked back at my phone. There was a few text messages from Harry since one in the afternoon that I haven't answered to. It was about three now.

Harry: Wanna come over? Bored and i need u

Harry: babyyy

Harry: stop neglecting me

Harry: i need u farm girl

Harry: Belle's fucking screeching Mickey Mouse Club house shit in this house my fuckin god

Harry: I need u to scratch my ass rash

Okay, so maybe I'm not totally useless to some people. I looked over at Elliot, who was still scrolling through his laptop, probably on the Taco Bell website. Then I glanced back at my phone, sighing and torn between spending a day with one of my best friends, or Harry who probably invited me over for the fact that he'd want to make out with me. Eh, not really complaining about that.

"Elliot...Harry and I have a thing." I blurted out of nowhere.

Still staring at his screen, he hummed. "Hmm...a thing..."

"Yes, a thing. And he invited me over, possibly to make out. And I really want to go." I didn't look away from my phone, typing away my reply to Harry on how I'm stuck with Elliot for the afternoon and possibly the evening, plus we saw each other Yesterday.

Elliot sighed. "Fucking Taco Bell and their uselessness. Everyone's so useless, except those male underwear commercials. They're my life."

"Elliot, are you listening!?" I asked, rolling my eyes at his ridiculousness. Maybe I'm ridiculous for wanting to go to Harry's because we might possibly end up in his bed doing other things I'm in a very urgent mood for.

"Yes!" He screamed. "Yes! I'm fucking listening about how you and Harry are suddenly fuck buddies. I'm more worried about necessities in order to fucking live!" He was bursting with sudden frustration, it knocked me off my thoughs. Why is he so angry?

I groaned, eyebrows raised. "What's your problem? Man period or something? You're acting like me on my period."

He frowned, throwing his head back and grunting. "I wanted a motherfucking taco but no. I have no car to drive, and neither do you, Miss Fuck Buddy with Styles. Can you get anymore useless?"

More than ready to head to Harry's, I got up from the couch and patted down my frizzy waves. Running a hand through my hair, I narrowed my eyes at the idiot sitting on my couch. "Well, I'm going to make out with my fuck buddy, 'cause you're being an asshole."

Elliot sighed. "Babe, I'm just kidding with ya. You go do your thing while I convince Taco Bell to deliever to your house. We'll talk about your sudden sexual adventures with Styles later."

"Sexual adventures?" I repeated slowly.

He nodded, and I just walked away from him in that instant before wasting anymore time. I jogged up the stairs and ran into my bedroom. I'm more excited about the fact that I'm seeing Harry rather than taking the time to explain to Elliot Harry and I aren't fuck buddies, we're actually much further away from that. I hope that doesn't bring future problems because I'm surely not willing to deal with them.

I took out my lace underwear (just in case) and replaced the cotton with the new fabric. I put on my skinny jeans, and a skin tight, navy blue top. I guess it wouldn't matter what I wear, but I just wanted to look good for him; something I didn't think I'd ever find myself saying. If it were for any other guy I would've showed up with a pair of Minnie Mouse pajamas and my hair all screwed up.

I didn't bother putting away my things, I just ran downstairs and screamed out a goodbye to Elliot, feeling just a little bad about leaving him behind. Harry was supposed to pick me up, so I waited a couple of more minutes until his black Range Rover stopped in front of me.

A goofy grin replaced my serious expression as I walked down the steps of my porch. I slipped my phone into my back pocket, watching as Harry came out of his car -- to probably assist me with the door -- in a black t-shirt and a pair of dark jeans, holes at the knees. His regular worn brown boots and his curls pushed back. He was really handsome, and I didn't know why such an attractive guy like him wasn't the manwhore the whole town thought he was.

I'm glad he isn't, really.

I ignored his gesture for me to step into his car, and headed straight for his arms. I could tell he was a little stunned by my sudden action of affection. But he composed himself, while I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling his muscles relax and his arms tighten around me.

"Didn't think you'd miss me this much after one day," he teased, chuckling into my ear.

I scoffed, pulling away just a little to look at him. "Just shut up and kiss me, babe."

"Babe? That's a new one, but I --"

I interrupted him with a sloppy kiss, laughing as Elliot screamed from the window behind me, "Be back before ten, bitch!"

When we arrived at his house, my mind was solely on the little girl who was dancing around in her living room to some Shake it Up song from Disney Channel. She was screaming out the lyrics, moving her hips from side to side in an uncordinated way. I laughed quietly at her, watching as she breathlessly tried to keep up with the dancers on TV.

Harry's arms wrapped around my waist from behind, a small gesture that was so overly sweet I had to smile at it. "Told you. She's been like this for hours."

"What did you feed her?" I whispered, still watching the little girl.

He shrugged behind me. "Don't even know. Fruit Loops this morning. For lunch a healthy sandwhich, and then just a little pinch of chocolate."

Belle slumped down, lazily sitting on the rug and staring up a the TV, breathing heavily. I covered my mouth, trying not to laugh loudly at her. Her little body was rising up and down in exhaustion, but she was still willing to watch the entire show and not miss a second of it.

"Umm...Belle," Harry called, his hands beginning to travel lower down my waist, and then back up. I slapped his hands, telling him to stop just as Belle turned around. Her eyes went wide, a big smile replacing the exhausted frown.

"Seri!" She screeched, skipping towards me. I crouched down to wrap my arms around her, which she complied with and almost chocked the crap out of me. "Can we have a tea party?" She looked up at us, giving her most adorable smile.

Harry sighed in frustration quietly behind me when I said, "Oh, sure thing, Belle!"

"I kinda wanna have my own tea party with you upstairs in my room," he grumbled in my ear, making me elbow his stomach as we followed Belle to her bedroom.

A/N: oohh, Harold lmao