Chapter 12:
Juliet’s POV
BOOM!
My eyes shot open and my hand flew over to where Paris was still sound asleep. “Paris,” I whispered harshly shaking her. “Paris, Paris!”
She just groaned and rolled over onto her back. Thanks Paris real nice sister, what if I was dying! I sat up and pulled my knees to my chest and squeezed me eyes shut. Another strike of thunder boomed through the air around the house and shook it. Fuck, I like rain, but when it comes to thunder I still cower in fear.
BOOM!
Shit. I shook Paris again. And again. And again. “Wake up!” I whispered shaking her again, but she didn’t budge. Dammit Paris!
BOOM!
Another strike. I turned my head left, than right, shit. Another strike. “Paris!” I whispered yelled. Seriously, what if I was in the middle of being stabbed right now!
BOOM!
I jumped out of bed and scurried to the door flinging it open and dashing down the hall to the familiar bedroom. I knocked loudly on the door repeatedly waiting for an answer. The door flew open and a confused Harry stood rubbing his eyes, with his hair sticking up in all directions.
“Juliet?” His raspy, deep voice questioned into the darkness. Awh he’s so cute, wait why am I here?
BOOM!
Shit, I’m here cause the thunder.
BOOM!
I jumped up into the air and into Harry’s arms literally pouncing on him; he stumbled backwards and fell onto his bed. I wrapped my hands around his neck and whimpered.
“Jules…” he cooed stroking my hair “what’s up?” another strike and I whimpered more. “Are you afraid of thunder Jules?”
I nodded my head frantically into his neck and I felt him smile into my hair. God he probably thinks I’m some idiot 18 year old that’s still afraid of thunder.
“It’s alright babe…” He cooed pulling me under the covers with him and puling me into his chest. He whispered comforting things in my ear as I held onto him for dear life as the storm went on around us. A little yawn escaped my lips and he chuckled, “Go to sleep Jules, I’m right here.”
I let my eyes fall shut and I started to slip out of my state of mind, but I sear on my mother’s tombstone I head Harry whisper, “I’m falling for you more and more each day,” in my ear, he must of though I was already sleeping.
**
Light shined through the window that was placed in front of the bed and I opened my eyes, squinting a bit adjusting to the brightness. Soft snores escaped the lips of Harry who was lying next to me. Our legs were tangled under the blue duvet and his arms were securely wrapped around my waist.
My head laid flat into his chest and his rest atop of mine on the pillow. I should probably get up before Paris notices or Karen gets home. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but every time I moved, his grip would go tighter around me.
Jesus boy, I wiggled some more, but couldn’t get out of his grasp. He yawned and picked his head up from the pillow bringing his face down dangerously close to mine.
“Morning beautiful,” he whispered and placed a kiss on my forehead. Beautiful? Did.. did he just…? He dropped his head into the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply.
“Err… Harry.. I should probably get up… you know, make breakfast for you guys… and Karen might come home and that would be awkward.” I giggled towards the end trying to make a joke.
He chuckled, and nodded into my neck. “But not before I do this,” he said smirking while bringing his face again, dangerously close to mine.
“And what’s that?” I retorted, raising an eyebrow.
“This,” he brought his hands to my sides and started tickling me. I laughed uncontrollably and begged him to stop, but his laughter drowned out my talking. He was not straddling my lap and tickling me.
“Jeeesssuusss!”
He laughed loudly and threw his head back, “Yeah Jules… I’m not Jesus.”
I laughed even harder, I swear in a matter of seconds I’m going to pee myself. But the moment was ruined, and my heart stopped and so did my laughter when the door flew open, there stood a very flustered and confused Karen.
“What’s… what’s going on in here?”
“It-tts… it’s not what it looks like…” Harry stuttered from on top of me, looking as nervous as ever.
“I think it looked like my fiancé is straddling Juliet here,” her words coming out icy, but her tone stayed calm.
“No…no…” I replied, literally pushing Harry off me, causing him to fall on the floor with a thud. “You see, last night there was a storm, and Paris wouldn’t wake up… and I’m afraid of thunder… and I came here… and he was tickling me… and you see it’s.. er.. It’s not what it looks like.” I stumbled over my words trying to get as much out as I could even, though I knew I didn’t make sense at all.
Her gaze softened and she stuck her hands in her pockets shifting her bare feet. “I’m not made, you know. I was just wondering.” She chuckled lightly and both Harry and I’s eyes popped out of our heads.
She’s not mad? I was just.. in the same bed… and he was… and she’s… the actual fuck?
“You guys are cute,” she came up and pinched both out cheeks. Has she fucking lost her marbles? Is she just going to let us get away with that? “Oh, I’ll be downstairs making breakfast.” She turned around and started to walk away, “Care to assist Harold?”
He scrambled to his feet and ran out the door mumbling a “yes.” I stood there completely dumbfounded, my mouth hung open and my arms lay limp at each side. She literally just let that slide by. What. The. Actual. Fuck.
“Close your mouth. You’ll catch flies,” Karen smirked at me and walked away…she…just…but…I…well then remind me to thank Karen’s parents in the future for creating such a forgiving child. I straightened myself up and smiled a bit to myself. That went better than expected.
**
I set my fork down and picked up my milk and drank the rest. I was currently sitting around the table with Paris by my side and Harry and Karen in front of me. Since today is Saturday, I don’t have to go to school…and I have to face this awkward silence that’s been lingering around us all morning.
Paris is supposed to fix these silences, but right now she’s basically engulfed with her freaking food. Harry is basically eating one pancake after the other, trying to avoid talking and I, on the other hand, am just sitting here like the awkward potato I am.
Karen is just sitting there like a fucking angel, just sipping her coffee staring off into space. A giant fucking grin is plastered all over the bitches face. You know she has no reason to be smiling right now, I could of fucked her fiancé and she’d be walking on sunshine.
Why is she smiling? She looks like she’s just seen Johnny Depp or something. Jesus, this bitch is confusing. One minute she tells me she loves Harry with all her heart and wants to get married. Then the next minute, she says she only likes him as a bestfriend, then the next minute she catches him straddling me and she’s walking on roses and living in a wonderland. Fuck, I feel like I’m on Gossip Girl or something.
“Karen,” I ask politely.
“Hmm…” she replied, still starring off into space, grinning.
“Can I speak to you real quick in the living room?”
She shook her head, trying to bring herself out of her own world and nods standing up. We both walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, leaving a happy looking Harry behind.
“Why so happy?” I questioned.
“Why so serious?” She retorted, poking my nose and giggling.
Is she on drugs, I swear, “Legitimately,” I sighed, plopping on the couch.
She inhaled and sat on the arm of the couch staring off into the distance again, “I met someone yesterday…”