baby [h.s.]

thirteen

            "Rise and shine!" Harry shouted in my face as the door swung open. With squinted eyes, I groaned at him. His banging on my door had woken me up.

       He walked through the door as I turned around and trudged back to my room. My intentions were to go back to sleep. It was seven in the morning; I didn't need to be awake

He followed me into my room. With a groan, I fell into bed, the comforter puffing up around me.

"What do you want?" The blankets muffled my voice; I had fallen face first.

"Time to wake up!"

"Fuck off," My fingers grasped the soft material of whatever blanket was on my bed and I snatched up, wrapping it around me. As soon as my eyes shut, the bed began to shake. "Harry!"

I sat up, my eyes opening. He was jumping on my bed, acting like the twenty-one year old he was.

"Good morning, sunshine,"

"I hate you," I growled, throwing the blankets off of me. "Why are you here?"

Finally, he stopped jumping, falling from the air to a seated position.

His tone became serious. "I've got to teach you some shit today,"

"Some shit?" I echoed. He cleared his throat and nodded.

"Guns, defense, combat," he said, looking at me.

"I don't even know what I'm doing for the company," I said, quirking an eyebrow. Harry shrugged.

"They'll probably use you as some kind of asset," he said, standing up. "You're a young girl, people won't bat an eyelash at you. You'll catch them off guard and have the upper hand."

"Okay," I said, my eyebrows knit. Harry could sense my confusion.

"You'll have a meeting with Perkins or someone and they'll explain the specifics," he said. "What they'll put you doing or who they'll put you with depends on how much progress you make with me,"

"I see,"

"Put some work out clothes on," he said. "I'll be in the living room,"

As soon as he was gone, I slipped some spandex shorts on, as well as a sports bra. Over the sports bra, I put on a light tank top and grabbed my trainers.

"Can you grab me a granola bar and smoothie while I put my shoes on?" I called to Harry as begin to slip my foot into the shoe.

"Yeah," he called back. There was a pause. "The bottled smoothies?"

"Yeah, I don't care what flavor," I said, tying the laces of the second shoe. I stood up and walked into the kitchen to see two of each, smoothies and granola bars, in his hands.

"Thanks for breakfast, babe," he said, giving me a cheeky grin.

I flipped him my middle finger. "Will we need waters?"

"There's some at the gym," he said, shaking his head. "Let's go,"

Silently, I follow him out. It's only when I get outside that I realize how stupid I was not to grab a jacket.

"Fuck," I whispered, rubbing my hands over my shoulder. Harry looked back at me and snorted a laugh. I narrowed my eyes at him.

Harry was clad in compression leggings with basketball shorts overtop, as well as a gray hoodie.