Voretober 10: Secret
 
 
“Victoria? Are you ready to leave, your father has the van running!”
 
 
“I’m coming!” Victoria called, slipping a blouse over her pitch-coloured bra and picking up her bag. She skipped out of her room, using her heel to kick the door closed. It would be 3 weeks until she would open the door again, 3 weeks of beaches and tropical water off the coast of mexico.
 
 
She certainly did not look the part of a typical beach enjoyer. 19 y/o, slight in frame and size, she looked like you typical goth girl, complete with pale skin and black eyeliner. But under her social anxiety and quiet nature was a very creative and bubbly girl that would latch onto you when she calls you a friend.
 
 
Which would explain why her best friend Harry was also coming along the trip. Victoria skipped down the hallway, humming to herself as she reached the stairs. She paused, looking down the stairs to see if her parents were waiting for her. Seeing no one, she tip-toed over to a window and cracked it open.
 
 
Reaching out, Victoria’s arm disappeared into a hanging tree house and she held still. She felt Harry step onto her hand and she closed her fingers gently, making sure he wasn’t going to fall out of her hand. She pulled herself back into the room, using her free hand to close the window after she got back.
 
 
“Were you waiting long?” Victoria asked, opening her hand and looking down at Harry. He was about 4cm tall, but felt like a heavy rock in the palm of her hand, betraying his durability. He was wearing casual clothes and had a bag almost the size of him slung over his shoulder.
 
 
“Nah, I just finished climbing up to the tree house a minute ago, actually. I needed to make sure I had everything for a vacation in the tropics!” Harry said, grinning up at the large girl. “Thank you for inviting me, I’ve never been on this kind of vacation since I’ve shrunk!”
 
 
Victoria smiled as well, his child-like joy infectious. “Of course! You are one of my best friends and I would love to spend a vacation with you!”
 
 
“Victoria! Can you grab my purse from the kitchen? I forgot that I left our tickets there!”
 
 
“Okay!” Victoria called. Holding Harry in her hand, she picked up her bag and went down the stairs, the large mansion impressive to even her eyes. Her parents were rich, but it was hard to find the time for a vacation, which meant that this vacation was a rare and special occurrence for Victoria.
 
 
She found the purse and picked it up. However, Harry piped up, pointing towards the tickets that were sticking out of the top. “Hold up, how many tickets are there?”
 
 
Victoria paused and the silence grew.
 
 
“Victoria, you didn’t tell your parents I was coming?!”
 
 
“I didn’t think it would matter!” Victoria said honestly. “You are so small and it’s not like you will be a nuisance! Besides, you can be my little secret, they don’t have to know that you are with us.”
 
 
Harry threw up his hands in exasperation. “So many things can go wrong! You only get one vacation every 4 years or so, I can't be responsible for you getting shipped back to England because you wanted to give me a vacation!” Harry flopped down, his bag bouncing on Victoria’s palm.
 
 
Victoria put a finger on his head, rubbing the top of his head. “You are so sweet, but I think I’ll be able to keep you a secret from them. All I have to do is hide you when they-”
 
 
“Victoria?”
 
 
Victoria’s hand flew to her mouth as her mother stepped into the kitchen. She saw Victoria’s cheeks puffed out and sighed. “We have treats in the van, Viccy, you will be able to eat there. Finish what is in your mouth and let’s go.”
 
 
Victoria’s mother walked over to her daughter and picked up her purse. She paused and looked down at Victoria. “Come on, swallow. I don’t want you to travel with food in your mouth.”
 
 
Victoria cheeks shifted and an audible gulp was heard. Her mother nodded and turned towards the front door. “The plane leaves soon, so hop to it!” She left the room and Victoria let out her breath through her nose and opened her mouth.
 
 
“Sorry about that, Harry. I didn’t really think, but your bag will be safe within my stomach, we can get it back after the flight.” Victoria said, spitting into her hand. “I can put you in my own bag-”
 
 
Victoria looked down at her palm, a wet bag sitting in her palm. She stared at it, then looked down at her stomach, which wiggled and bulged as Harry pushed against.
 
 
“Shit…” Victoria cursed, knowing that she was going to get an earful when he got out. Thinking quickly, she put his bag in her mouth and swallowed it down as well.
 
 
“Sorry, but we have to leave. I’ll let you out when I can!” Victoria said, picking up her own bag and rushing to the car. “Just sit tight, okay Harry? I’ll be sure to make it up for you when we arrive.”