The Switch Up

12

November 6, 2016

"Something bout you makes me feel like a Dangerous Woman! Somethin' bout, somethin' bout"

My phone sings causing to me shoot up from my laying position. I pop my eyes open and see the sun high in the sky and blink away feeling a massive headache take place.

I check my phone and see my mother's caller ID bright on my screen. I groan and look over at Harry who is still completely passed out on the patio couch we had passed out on. I guess I had fallen asleep on him last night...

I pick up my phone and groggily give a hello just to be met with my mothers' boisterous voice in the speakers of my phone. The headache throbs against my skull at the change of volume.

"Where in the hell are you?" She starts off causing me to put my hand over my eyes noticing that the light from the sun is greatly bothering my eyes. "I have been trying to get ahold of you all morning!"

"I fell asleep at Harry's I'm sorry I didn't text you to tell you I wasn't coming-"

"Madeline if you had s*x with that boy last night I will drown you in holy water and-" I cut her off immediately to calm her escalating nerves.

"I didn't, we were drinking a little and we both fell asleep that's it." My voice is groggy and tired, I felt the need to curl back up next to Harry and sleep off this hangover. It was pounding against my head and talking to my loud-voiced mother wasn't doing me any favors.

"You were drinking and then JUST slept together? That is the biggest load of s**t I have ever heard!" She snorted causing me to roll my eyes and sigh out heavily. After this, she begins to go on a Spanish speaking tangent that I only understood half of.

"Not everyone is you, Momma! I don't just sleep around with people like you did before Papa!" I scoffed laying my head back onto Harry's chest to have his arms curl around my back. I could feel his steady breathing as his chest moves up and down.

"Are you sassing me right now?" I stepped into dangerous territory and was I being a bit of an asshole? Yes, I was due to the throbbing against my skull I was experiencing.

"Momma, can we talk about this when I get home later?" I ask her in a whiny tone keeping my eyes shut to shield them away from the harsh light of the sun. I am losing my consciousness again as I am cuddled up on Harry and extremely comfortable.

"I want you home within the hour." She tells me but I brush it off and hang-up. Dropping my phone from my hand, my mouth hangs open and I go back into a 5-minute sleep. Harry stirs for a moment and I am woken up from his constant moving.

"How did you sleep?" He asks me in a raspy morning voice even though it has hit about 11:00. He stretches out and I see his biceps contract and relax. He yawns and being contagious a yawn along next to him.

"Great, what about you?" I ask him still laying on his chest not wanting to move or get up. I didn't even want to know what I looked like, my hair was most likely a hot mess and my makeup smeared all over my face.

"Great, I think I may have drunk a little too much last night, though," I confess snuggling back into the blanket we are both under. My eyes are sensitive to the outside light and the sound of the cars racing past each other and honking loudly.

"Cheers to that, I have a massive headache," I tell Harry burying my face into the blankets and pray that the sun will sit lower in the sky and no high above the skyscrapers.

"Do you want some coffee and toast? That sometimes helps me with Hangovers." Harry explains as I nod and peek up at him not wanting him to leave the couch we are laying on. The touch of his lips is still tracing my lips as I thought about our kiss last night.

It was so sweet and gentle and it made me blush to think Harry was that careful with me. He was delicate and his touch was soft. The memory ran through my mind as Harry stood up and headed inside to the kitchen where he would fix us both some Hangover cures. I follow him inside and sit on his bar stool putting my chin in the palm of my hand.I can see his back muscles moving as he brews the coffee and gets out bread to toast. This boy had me whipped.

"So what are your plans for today?" He asks me causing my day dreaming to break and I am brought back to reality. I swear I have a real problem when it comes to daydreaming and meeting Harry had caused it to spike up dramatically.

"Nothing much, what about you?" I ask him wishing I could stay here the rest of the day. I knew however that I needed to go home and freshen up, I probably looked like a nasty ass piece of soggy salmon.

"I have a family dinner tonight but other than that the day is free, I was thinking, maybe we could watch a couple movies and hang out for a bit." He offered making me ignite with happiness. He had read my mind. I mean if he was wanting me to stay when I looked like this... I was going to take it.

"Sounds nice to me, I don't think I was fully prepared to go home anyway. My mom is very loud which isn't great when you have a major hangover." I tell Harry seeing him pull out two mugs and pour the freshly brewed coffee into both the mugs.

"Sugar or cream?" He offers and I nod to both because lord knows I can't drink black coffee. It was too bitter and to the people who do drink coffee straight, how?

Once we both have our coffees and toast Harry comes to sit next to me. We both sip on our coffee and enjoy the nice silence of the Sunday morning. The coffee and toast are definitely helping with a massive headache which I was highly surprised because from the way I was feeling this morning I would have thought I would need something a lot stronger.

"We should play a little game." I turn my head to look at Harry whose curls are a little disheveled as he pushes it back out of his face. His chocolate curls glide through his fingers as he looks over at me with a dimpled smile.

"How do you play?" He is instantly intrigued by the mention of a game and in some ways, he reminds me of an eager little kid.

"I guess based on what I know about you, I have to guess what you were like in high school and you do the same for me." This had all come about in my jungle of thoughts. I had an idea of what I thought Harry was like in his teen years but it was all based on assumption.

"Okay, okay, you first." He urges taking a sip from his coffee as I try and come up with a high school profile for Harry. I thought for a few minutes about how Harry acted and who he was friends with in mind.

"Okay I got it," I say once I come up with a vague profile I had thought about for the span of about less than five minutes. "You were a jock, played soccer or as you English people call it football. Which I guess makes more since then American Football because we don't even use our feet so I never really understood why we call it that..." I start to go off on a tangent on why American football is flawed in the name due to the sport not using feet as much as tackling and holding the ball.

"You were also the class clown and weren't afraid to test the boundaries for other people's amusement. You liked the attention you got from everyone when you could sometimes disrupt the teacher like a little asshole, but honestly even the teacher thought it was funny sometimes. You didn't have many girlfriends, maybe a few here and there but you weren't into the dating scene as much as your friends were... What am I missing?" I thought for a few more minutes but that was all I had for now. "How close was I?"

"Well, I did play as you American's call it, soccer." He smirked at me as I nodded pretty satisfied with myself.

"I knew it, you probably wanted to go pro too." I sip my coffee and see him giggle as me to which my heart flutters in my chest a bit.

"That is also true, I wanted to be a professional soccer player my entire life but dad told me to think more practical. You were also right about the girlfriend things surprisingly, I only seriously dated two girls in high school! You are good!" He complimented as I did a fake bow and thanked all my non-existent fans.

"Alright off you go!" I told him while he put his toast down and hummed to himself thinking up a profile that fit me in high school. Believe it or not I wasn't the most popular, I only had a few close friends but for the most part didn't participate in many school activities. I tended to keep to myself and my friends' group since back then I was more on the shy side.

"You were a more artistic girl in high school, you liked the arts and stayed within your group of friends and never really branched out. You were always the one who gave a wrong answer very confidently thinking you had the right answer-"

"Damn was that true," I commented laughing at Harry's explanation of me raising my hand and getting the answer wrong confidently.

"You liked to date in high school but the one you always wanted was already taken so you stayed single for a good portion of you school days with a few dates here and there. You were smart, oh and you also played soccer!" He finished taking another bite of his toast looking pretty comfortable with his analysis of me he had made.

"Well, I played soccer when I was like 13 because my dad is huge into the sport but I dropped out at 15 because let's be honest, do I look athletic to you?" I glanced down at my not so slim body and let Harry laugh while I went on. "I wasn't artistic at all I can barely draw a straight line but you were so accurate about the whole single thing! I couldn't have said it better myself." I give him a thumbs up as we both laugh over what we had come up with. Harry, for the most part, was completely wrong about my high school self but I guess I had come pretty close to who he was despite missing a few points and guessing completely wrong with others.

I stay over at Harry's for the majority of the day until I get bombarding calls from my mother who tells me she had expected me home hours ago. I had forgotten the time when I was with Harry because he made it feel like there was no time at all. Every moment was full of laughs and joking, talking about the most pointless things but finding so much fun in doing so. I hadn't wanted to go home if I had it my way I would have stayed the entire day mindlessly talking and laughing with Harry.

It came the time where I had to go home and Harry had to leave as well. I look back at the day and smile to myself because even though we didn't go out on a date or do anything extravagant it was fun and I had an amazing time just laughing with him. Things were simple with us and I liked it, I liked having the simplicity and not having to be caught up in a complex relationship.

N. I'm sorry this was so late and I have been lacking on updates this week! My life has been super hectic this past week and tomorrow I am going in for surgery so I'm going to try and write as much as I can tonight before my surgery! I can't wait until I get to start dropping some bombs in this story!