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Hey Jude I & II

Swapping Styles



Harry insists that I take a hot bath to clear my head. The last thing I want to do is leave his side but I do it anyway. By the time I'm out and dressed back in the guest room, it's almost ten o'clock. I gather my hair in front of the mirror into a french twist and sulk at my ordinary outfit. Settling for jeans and a loose black top. . . is it just my imagination or are these jeans getting tighter?


A large hand glides over my belly and lean back in relief. Staring at Harry's reflection, I notice his other hand holding a plateful of breakfast as he carefully sets it on the dresser. He searches his jean pocket and pulls out a chain, dangling it in front of my face to see the quill pendant attached to it.


"I fixed the latch, must've gotten yanked off last night durin' . . . the movie," he winks and places the necklace over my chest to fasten it. "You look lovely, by the way."


"I look boring!"


"Nonsense! You're so beautiful . . . no matter what you wear."


"I might have to get a new pair of jeans, these skinny ones are too skinny."


"Perfect timin' then since you and Gemma are due for a day out. She had a crummy night as well. I say the both of you go distract yourselves with some shoppin', fresh air and good conversation."


I chuckle at the way Harry speaks sometimes. I've never met a person quite like him. I'm spun around as I face his penetrable gaze. No matter the infinite amount of times, those green eyes will always capture my attention. Squeezing my shoulder, he asks if I'm feeling any better. I shrug and try to smile but Harry pokes the ends of my mouth to stretch my smile even wider.

Gemma and I take to the streets of Manchester where we window shop and people watch for a great part of the day. She steers us clear from the mall as we explore the classic "hole in the wall" boutiques and rare thrift stores. Though no matter how busy, I can't get rid of the horrid images and lethargic emotions; they keep popping up. Call it woman's intuition but Gemma definitely picks up on my detached behavior, drawing my attention with stories or purchase-worthy merchandise.

We soon take a break at the corner cafe on Deansgate street. Chatting with berry smoothies which Gemma recommended, I take the time to observe and know the girl behind the cool hair and intellect. She begins to open up about the guy she's been seeing and how she wants a break from the "simpletons". The bonding is surprisingly easier than I had prepped for, especially when we topple over interesting subjects.


"Harry is very happy, by the way . . . you're good for him," Gemma takes a drastic turn in our conversation. A turn I plan on working to my advantage.


"Can I ask you what his ex-girlfriend was like?"


"I was skeptical of their relationship, or whatever they called it."


"Why?"


"Let's just say I'm not too keen on that girl . . . She toyed with my brother for the sake of her image and I resent that still to this day."


"When did they breakup?"


"January-has he not mentioned any of this?"


"I struggle with asking him about his dating past."


"Honestly, the poor bloke was crushed. He had his heart set on a serious relationship and ignored all the signs that she wasn't ready. But if you know Harry, he can be incredibly stubborn when it comes to gettin' what he wants . . . he was close to goin' mental!"

"Wow," I whisper, this is all news to me. "We met only two months after."

"I know. He called me the very next day to tell me all about you."

"Really? Did he tell you about his little idea too?"

"Just because we're related doesn't mean I'll ever understand that boy. I told him not to be so desperate but he was determined to win your affection. What he first intended as a distraction ended with the best relationship I've ever seen him in."

I smile but inside I'm replaying those first nights, trying to magnify all the clues that could help me further understand Harry and his eagerness for a girl's touch. The focus ought to fall on the fact that he pursued me but "distraction" keeps ringing in my ear. None of this matters now . . . right?

"There's a concert tonight, we should go. I want you to meet some of my friends."

"Will your guy be there?"

"Yes, lamentably . . . Should I make it quick and painful or ignore him and hope he gets the hint?"

"The quick stab. Remind me why you're breaking it off again?" I ask as we stand from our table.

"He's an arrogant idiot! At first I thought he was just bein' charmin'. Then yesterday I realized I couldn't even stand him while I was drunk!"

"That's definitely a red flag!"

"Shall we head home? I think I rather deliver the blow over the phone."

"That reminds me, I have to call my parents and pack."

"Mum's a bit sad you guys are leavin' so soon."

"I'm hoping Harry stayed in with her today. . . Thank you for getting my smoothie. I'll treat you back with a drink tonight or something."

"Don't mention it," Gemma waves her hand in the air. "We're practically sisters."


I spend a good hour on the phone with my parents once we get back to the house. Everything is set for my graduation tomorrow evening. I wish we weren't so rushed and I could have more time with Anne, but she has to be used to Harry's fast-paced life by now.

Feeling better than I was this morning, I change up my wardrobe before packing my bags. I keep a pair of loose fitting jeans out for the flight. Then slip into my black leather shorts for the concert along with an ivory top and blazer. Once I walk out to the kitchen I spot a denim jacket on the counter with a few scarves. Gemma is pacing in front of the table, texting in frustration; there's only one guess to who it can be.

Meanwhile, Anne is sitting in the living room and as I get closer, I see Harry's head on the other end of the couch. She looks beautiful in her black framed reading glasses and brown shoulder-length hair. I almost laugh at the thought of our similarities. Is the myth true about boys marrying ones that remind them of their mother? If that's the case, I'd be honored.

"Obnoxious little twit!" Gemma tosses her cell in a tote bag. "He thinks belittlin' me is the better way to go about things, seein' as how his ego's been wounded."

Anne looks up from her glasses and flips her book face down on her lap, "I take it he has a hard time with rejection?"

"I even made him look good! I made it seem like I was the one with commitment issues."

"Are you sure you want to go out tonight then, you think seein' him will make things any better?"

"Mum, since when do I change my plans over a some boy?"

I sit on the nearest armrest, reminiscing on the days my mother and I had likened talks. I'm anxious to see her now and hear some of dad's terrible jokes. They seemed so excited over the phone, raving about my graduation. Mom said they even hung my toga on the door, counting down the days till I'd be home again.

"Ready to go?" Gemma jingles her keys. "Byeee brotherrrr!"

Gemma pushes his head down on the cushion and ruffles his hair. He groans just like I expected and rubs his eyes before sitting up. A scowl shoots across his forehead as he realizes we're leaving again.

"Have fun and be safe!" Anne adds, returning to her book.

"Wait, where are you going?" Harry stretches to his feet.

"I'm stealin' her away again, thank you."

"Don't forget we have to leave at three in the morning. Robin's taking us to the airport."

"All my things are packed," I confirm and quickly peck Harry on the lips.


The drive is only a few minutes but there's plenty of daylight still. We walk a few blocks to a small pub with a short line outside. One of Gemma's friends finds us and informs us about the band playing tonight. I see the small stage when we are finally allowed in, they're setting up as the crowd loads up on drinks.

Two hours later, the band starts around nine and plays for about forty five minutes till their first break. I like them aside from not knowing any of their songs, but more importantly, Gemma is distracted and having a good time. Luckily her guy never showed up. Somehow I end up wearing one of her scarves as we pose for pictures and eventually head out.

She hands me her keys, too intoxicated to drive. Although I only had one drink, that's not what I'm mostly nervous about. I hope not to panic the minute my brain realizes I'm driving on the wrong side of the road. Gemma's not too far gone as she helps coach me all the way home. I did go unusually slow but I cared about making it back alive.

It isn't even close to midnight yet but everyone seems to be asleep. Gemma's phone keeps beeping and she rolls her eyes at me, hinting who it's from. I give her a goodbye goodnight hug and retreat to my room. I'm delighted to find Harry on my bed busy scribbling away in his leather bound journal.

"Writing a new song?" I interrupt while collecting a few toiletries.

Immediately closing his book, Harry leaps off the bed. "Just goin' over some old stuff. Did you two have fun?"

"Yeah. I liked her friends."

"Gem's gonna join us for the next part of the tour."

"Really? That makes me happy. Even after one day, I already feel so close to her."

"She just adores you, everyone does. Even I'm shocked."


We trail on over to the bathroom as I prepare for bed. Leaving my toothbrush and soap there for later, when we wake up in a few hours, Harry continues to tell me about his relaxing day. I slip out of my blazer and shorts once we're back in the room and chuckle at the pile of blankets sitting on the windowsill.

"Is that for me?"

"No more nightmares."

Harry grabs my hand and leads me to bed. Reaching behind my head, he loosens my hair from its pins and combs his fingers through. I catch sight of his journal on the night table and wonder.

"I bet you've never written anything about me."

"Then you'd be wrong."

"So you have?"


He reaches over and pulls out a folded sheet from between the pages. In awe, I take the crumbled piece of paper and can barely read the title before he slips it out of my hands. I hesitate to speak, having seen a full page of lyrics and it was of me.

"I'll let you read it someday."

"Why can't I read it now?"

"Because it's sleepy time."

"At least tell me about the title of the song," I ask hopeful only to have the light turned off as my answer.

"Not now. Go to sleep."

I force myself to lay back but this has my head spinning. Trying to remember any words I might have caught in those few seconds, I'm stumped.

"Find A Way, huh?"

"Sleep!" Harry demands and kisses my cheek. His body nudges mine to it's side so he can nestle up behind me.

This will torture me till I find a way to get my hands on that paper.


Notes

A/N: Chapter Playlist

Featuring: Echosmith

"Tell Her You Love Her"

"Talking Dreams"

"Cool Kids"

Comments

85............why am i commenting on dirty things!

48 Is really kinky......but im still readidng it

ok so chapter 35 tells me how to cup nuts...ok

woow not even half of the book and there already fucking!! chapter 6 and 5 are the reason i don't have a boyfriend :(

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