I Wanna Lay With You

Jackie and Harry have been best friends for as long as they can remember, but are they hiding there feelings for each other?? What will happen when they have a sleepover, and it happens to be on Valentine's Day?


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They were having a sleepover; Harry at Jackie's house. It was Valentine's Day, but the two teens were only friends, thought there were definitely some unspoken feelings between them. Normally, the two would do these things with Louis, Harry's best friend. However, in this instance, the older teen was suffering from the flu. The two might have cancelled their sleepover to take care of their friend, but, before they could, they received a call from the boy, reassuring them that he would be fine, that Eleanor was already caring for him. Knowing their friend's feelings for the her, they had decided to leave them be.

So the sleepover had gone ahead, and now, Harry was over at Jackie's house, laying down his sleeping bag.

They had talked, played a few games and had dinner, home-made pizza that they had cooked themselves, rather, Jackie had cooked the pizza and Harry had cooked some unidentifiable glob that somewhat resembled a lump of burnt mud… his cooking skills were improving. That escapade had ended with Harry on his knees with his arms wrapped around the legs of a furiously blushing Jackie, begging for her to take pity on a poor, miserable, starving wretch and share her edible dinner with him.

After that, they watched a movie together, a horror movie. One that neither of them particularly wanted to watch, but Louis, who didn't had chosen it. Knowing that he would be upset if they didn't, they had reluctantly put it in and watched it, huddling together and occasionally shrieking at the more terrifying parts.

They put off going to sleep for as long as possible after that, but eventually, Harry slipped into his sleeping bag, and Jackie pulled her quilt over her head. They were both quiet as they tried to fall asleep and ignore the shadows that looked maybe a little like a vampire, or that crackling sound that sounded maybe a little like someone was walking into the room.

Eventually, sleep overtook the two, and they dreamt.

Halfway through the night, Jackie began twitching and squirming in her sleep, she called out and started shaking. Harry woke up, seeing Jackie's distressed face- they had slept with light only dimmed, too scared to turn it off completely- he immediately crawled out of his sleeping bag; forgetting about the fear that something might creep up on his unguarded back.

He shook his sleeping friend, "Jackie," he whispered, "Jackie wake up." Her eyes flew open and when she saw Harry she grasped onto him, pulling him down in top of her and clinging to him. "Uh…" Harry blushed at the situation he found himself in, but after a few moments recollected himself and hugged Jackie, "Shhh…" he whispered soothingly, "it's fine."

After a few minutes, Jackie's grip loosened, she looked up at Harry to find their noses almost touching. Both teenagers instantly blushed and moved away. Jackie mumbled an apology, but Harry shook his head, telling her that it was fine. He moved to get back to his feet when he felt a hand wrap around his wrist.

He stiffened for a moment- pictures of zombies crawling out of graves and grabbing people, of ghosts dragging unsuspecting victims away, flashing through his mind- but when he looked down, he saw Jackie, blushing furiously and not meeting his eyes.

"Could you… stay here with me tonight? Please?" She whispered, so quietly he had to lean in to hear her. He frowned when he did, "I am," he told her, confused, "that's why I have the sleeping bag and… you know." Jackie shook her head, her blush deepening, "I mean, could you sleep… here… in my bed with me… I'm just… too frightened." When Harry heard her words he a blush covered his cheeks that matched Jackie's. He fidgeted for a moment before nodding and slipping under the quilts.

He wrapped his arms around the smaller teen and held her close; she in turn, burrowed her face into his chest, one arm coming up to clutch at his pajama shirt and the other playing with his curls.

Harry smiled, the moment was awkward, yes, both of them were blushing crazily, but he had to admit: he liked this. And that was when he realized: he loved Jackie. No, he didn't just love her, he was in love with her. Well, he had realized it a long time ago, he was just too scared of rejection to admit it; even to himself.

After a few moments, he buried his face in the top of Jackie's head, her hair tickled his nose and he inhaled her scent. It was salty, like the sea, but he could smell chocolate as well, along with many other scents. "Don't worry, Jackie," he breathed softly, "I'll save you from any monsters that try to hurt you." Jackie blushed, as she felt Harry's breathing even out as he fell asleep quickly and she clutched his shirt tighter.

"You don't need to protect me from any monsters or ghosts, Harry. Just never leave me, and I can handle anything that comes my way… with you there to help me."

Harry kept his eyes closed, he didn't respond, but he couldn't stop the small smile that crept onto his face as he hugged her tighter. "Don't worry, Jackie. I'll never leave you. I promise."

"Harry, do you know what today is?"

"February 14th?" He replied.

"It's Valentines Day, silly" Jackie pointed out before quietly adding, "And, well, I don't have a valentine yet, so..."

"Are you asking me to be your valentine?" Harry's heart fluttered at the thought.

"Ummmm, yes?" She said, unsure if how her best friend would react, and hoping he would say yes.

"Of course," he replied, and kissed her gently on the cheek. "I love you Jackie."

"I love you, too."
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