The Dancer

SCARLETT P.O.V

"pst.." I look up, Harry's locks are just visible behind the corner.

I laugh, "she's gone upstairs."

"Phew." He comes into full view. "It's kinda hot when you shout."

"Shut up Harry." I say rubbing my temples.

I catch him grinning out the corner of my eye.

He sits down turning his attention else where.

I grab a tea bag and Lob it at his head.

It imakes a squelch noise as it makes contact with his neck then falls down his tee shirt.

"AHHHH!" I run out the room and fall onto the sofa laughing my head of as he jumps round the kitchen shouting. "Get it offfffff!"

I throw my head back holding my sides. I can hardly breath.

I have tears in my eyes from laughing so much.

I sit up and look into the kitchen, Harry's not there. I sit on my knees and crane my neck round when suddenly I get a horrible, cold, tickling sensation down my neck.

Suddenvy I have a cold went lump down my tee shirt.

I fall off the couch screaming. I jump up and grab the back of my tee shirt flapping it around to make sure whatever it was has gone!

And i look down and what do I see? A horrible wet tea bag.

Touché Styles, Touché.

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