Down The Hall.

"So, I really want to dye my hair," I nudge Harry on the side.

We're laying down, cuddling and he's falling asleep. Last time we feel asleep in the same bed, we got in really big trouble. I'm still thinking about moving to England with Harry. I feel like my parents would flip out. But they don't even know Harry, which means they have to get to know him. I don't want them to think he's like Ed.

"What, I love your brown hair!" He protests, and I laugh. "It was a thought, Harry." I say picking the nail polish off my fingers.

Next week is spring break. I know Stephanie wanted me to go to her beach house, but school is almost over. My parents have to fall in love with Harry, in order for me to move with him. Only one way to do that. I get off Harry's chest, and he looks a bit puzzled. He pouts, and I laugh. I grab my phone, then lay back on his chest.

"Do you want to go to Stephanie's beach house?" I ask.

He laughs, "Honestly, no. I just want to be with you." His soft lips, collide with mine, in a perfect movement.

"Then why don't we go to Ohio?" I grin widely. He gives a boyish grin, "I'd love to meet your parents, Bray."

"Then it's settled, we're going to Ohio!" I squeal, and he slightly pinches my butt. I sit up, and dial my mom's number. Ring. Another ring.

"Ugh, can you freaking answer-" I say through the phone then I'm cut off with silence. "Hello, Brayella, I can see you're talking to yourself again." My mom laughs, and Harry joins too. How on earth can he hear my mom?

"Bray, who is that boy that was laughing?" She asks. He motions me to give him the phone. "No." I harshly whisper, and he grabs my phone. Great.

"Hello, Mrs. St. Clair. I'm Harry." He says, smiling over me. I can hear my mom and she sounds pretty excited. I hear my dad, "Who is this Harry guy?"

"Oh, I'm Bray's boyfriend." He gives a proud smirk. He's listening to my mom, and I can't help but notice how beautiful he is. His messy curls, are on a side, and his lips, are slightly parted saying, "Yes, I understand Mrs. St. Clair." He looks at me and smirks, "Okay, Charlotte, I'll see you soon."

He hangs up the phone, and tosses it back to me. "Your mum sounds lovely." He smiles.

"Oh shut up, so you told them and everything?" I ask, laying down.

"Yeah, they said they can't wait to see us on Saturday." He smirks.

"Tomorrow is Saturday.." I think, I'm a bit confused. "And what's today?" I ask.

"You're such a bonehead," He jokes, "It's Friday which means, you have to get your stuff ready." He says getting up, and looking for my suitcase. He finds it, and starts packing random stuff. Oh no. No no no no no no.

"Harry no-" He starts going through my dresser. Shit, no no no no no. He pick up my underwear, and smirks, "Since when do you wear French knickers?" He asks me.

"Go pack your stuff." I say annoyed. He's so annoying oh my gosh. He nudges me, "Oh, you;re not mad at me are you?" He says.

"No, but I'm just embarrassed." I say looking away, he picks up my chin and stares into my ugly dog shit brown eyes.

"They're cute, Bray." He gives a cheeky grin, then heavily breaths, "You should wear them for me, sometime." He smirks.

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"Harry, I feel like shit." I groan.

"Brayella, we have literally been on the plane for not even 40 minutes." He chuckles, and goes back to listening to music.

I love when he calls me Brayella. Just the way, it rolls off his tongue so easily. I don't let anybody call me Brayella, but him. I've always found it a silly name, but he makes it sound so sophisticated. Its' adorable.

I tap Harry's shoulder, he looks at me annoyed, obviously joking around; "What do you want now, Bray."

Or maybe he wasn't kidding? "Never mind, I guess." Looking away, plugging my headphones in. What's his deal?

He starts laughing, "You know, I'm only kidding with you, Brayella. Anyways, what did you want? I'm listening to a very good song, and-" I grab his phone to see what song he was listening to, and I almost laugh out loud.

"You like Taylor Swift?" I ask, completely shocked.

"Yes, I do. Now shut up." He gives a playful glare. He grabs my phone to see my lock screen a picture of us. "Aw." He says, then goe to my music, going through all the music I like.

"You like Arctic Monkeys?" He asks.

"Uh, yes." I say snatching my phone back, while giving him a quick peck. Somebody kicks my seat, and I look back to see an angry mom.

"Can you please stop kissing, it's a bad influence to my daughter!" She snaps. The girl groan, and rolls her eyes. "Ignore her." She says. Her mom looks a bit taken back. I roll my eyes, and kiss Harry again. Harry kisses back, then whispers, "Ignore both of them." He chuckles.

I put my headphones in, and resting my eyes.

Notes

im sorry its soo short! okay, so idk about you but i picture bray's mom to be like the mom on freaks and geeks xD if you're confused about anything, or if you just want to talk feel free to message me (:

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