#harzi

harlow & kenzi from { monster house }

“You really like holding my hand, huh?”

Harlow glanced away and pulled a face.

“No? Gross! Why would I like holding your hand? What could possibly bring you to accuse me of something so horrendous?” 

Her free hand clutched at her chest to hold together the pieces of her broken heart.

Her other hand stayed firmly within Kenzi’s grasp.

that kind of love

It was 2am. That Kind of Love by MAX was playing on the radio. Kenzi was half-asleep on Harlow’s bed. Harlow was laying beside her.

“All I want is you,” Harlow sung under her breath, voice deep like a shadow, “no makeup or perfume.”

She traced Kenzi’s cheeks, playing dot-to-dot with the freckles she found there.

Kenzi stirred gently beneath her blanket.

“Don’t need to live forever, growin’ old with you’s much better,” Harlow continued. Her voice was soft against the silence. She let her fingers brush through Kenzi’s hair.

“Give me the things you can’t explain, electricity in your veins. Call me insane, drive me insane...”

Harlow poked Kenzi’s side.

Kenzi opened a single eye and glared.

“Fuck off.”

Harlow cackled. 

“You drive me more insane,” Kenzi insisted. She was too tired to deliver the fatal blow she was going after. That just made it all the more endearing.

Harlow grinned wider.

“Whatever you say, princess.”

She leaned over to kiss Kenzi’s cheek. And then again. And then again.

Kenzi muffled a yawn with her hand and glared.

“Stop that.”

“Whenever I kiss your cheeks, your face gets so red,” Harlow announced with the pride of having won something valuable and a massive grin.

Kenzi covered her face and groaned.

“You drive me the insanest,” she mumbled. Her voice lacked conviction but Harlow knew she probably meant it, largely because it was probably true.

“You love me,” Harlow shrugged. She turned the radio down and cuddled closer.

Kenzi sighed.

Having a girlfriend came with many benefits.

They kissed you and held your hand and gave you free access to the local zoo; but most importantly, they brought you food when you were sick.

It was practically relationship law.

Harlow had taken full advantage. How dearly she regretted that now.

“I want more noodles. That’s just broth and you know it.”

Kenzi raised a perfectly filled in brow.

“You’re sick. You get broth. Suck it up, princess.”

Harlow whined and wiggled down the bed until she was curled up in a ball. “But I’m sick.”

“You’d be less sick if you ate your broth.”

Harlow furrowed her brow. “Did you get it from the witches?”

Kenzi shook her head.

“Then that ain’t how it works, Kenz! Tesco’s own brand ain’t got healin’ properties, unless there’s something you ain’t tellin’ me.”

Laughter filled the room.

Harlow grumbled.

“Stop laughin’ at me.”

Kenzi set the bowl aside and wiggled down next to Harlow - albeit, still laughing, much to Harlow’s distaste. She wrapped her arms around the grumpy, sniffing red-plaid blob and kissed her forehead.

“Better?”

Harlow tried not to smile.