Six

"Harry" I squealed as another handful of soapy water flew my way, smashing against my skin. His laughter was louder than my squeals; he continued to fling more water at me as I tried to defend myself and hopelessly failing.

"Okay, okay! Stop!" I ordered. My tone brought him to a stand still, he looked puzzled. Somehow he thought I was enjoying getting soaked. He was in for a big surprise.

I'm always one step ahead.

Within a matter of seconds I had the washing up bowl in my hands, lifting it above my head, his face twisting in realisation, trying to step out of the way but he was too late. The water poured down his body. His clothes now more soaked than my own, his nearly curls flat against his forehead. His palm dragged against his face gathering droplets of water as they splashed to the floor. The wide, shocked pools of blue stared at me, his mouth parted slightly.

"I'm gonna get you for this" He lunged towards me, his hands grabbing thin air as I darted from the kitchen, tripping up the stairs, making my escape. Like a flash he was already on my heels as we stormed up the winding staircase. I had no clue on where I was heading, before I had time to decide his arms wrapped themselves around my stomach from behind, forming a tight grip, squealing in response. I flailed and struggled, kicking my legs out as he pulled me in a direction I was unaware of.

I heard a door thump against the wall as it was shoved open. I soon realised his plan, attempting to free myself but his grip was like a vice. He thrusted me into the tub, holding my battling body underneath the shower head. Flicking one switch, the shower growled before spurting out cold water, I squealed louder than before as it collided with my skin.

I tried to move but Harry was stronger than I. My chances were limited. I bowed my head in hopes of shielding my face. Although the sound of water splashing against the floor of the bath was monstrous and my hearing was muffled, I could still make out the laughter falling between his lips. However I was able to unhinge the showerhead from the wall poising it in his direction.

His hands scrambled towards the handle, competing with my hold on it, aspiring to get the water away from him as it crashed against his body clad in a transparent t-shirt and jeans. I squealed and laughed as more water shot towards me.

I couldn't help but think this was the most fun I've had in years. I hadn't laughed so hard in a while. How can someone you hate so much make you so happy?

My stomach hurt from laughing, my arms ached from the constant fighting over the shower head, my skin was freezing but I didn't have an ounce of feeling to care.

Somehow the shower head ended up back attached to the wall and Harry had his arms around me once again tugging me back under the crashing water, the liquid flowing down us both. My clothes felt heavy and my makeup was running down my face but the laughter was becoming more boisterous, soon a permanent smile will have imprinted itself upon my face.

His grip wasn't as tight this time, his hands too slippery to even do so. Enabling me to spin so I was facing him. I pushed him further under the stream of water, still giggling but Harry wasn't anymore, there was silence on his part. My hands halted as I glanced up at him, confused and worried, his orbs transfixed on my face, twinkling and soft, instantly locking with my own as they met.

In the next few moments I forgot all about the water caressing my skin, the mixtures of green and blues twisting together with specks of grey was enough to capture my attention. My heart hammered against my ribcage, I could hear it pulsing in my ears, and my stomach was doing somersaults, flipping in this direction and that. His fingers lightly grazed my cheek bone, moving a wet strand of hair in the process, softly placing it behind my ear. His hand left a burning sensation as it went, the blood rushing to the surface, dancing the skin a light scarlet.

It was like one of those scenes from a movie, eyes closing, heads tilting, leaning forwards, lips parted, bodies close. The electricity was unmistakable, only a small space between us, his breath hot against my face. But I forgot this wasn't a movie, none of it was.

"Jennifer! Can you come here please? I need to talk to you urgently"

And I was brought back to harsh reality.