Beautiful Enigma | HS

Chapter 10

Her POV

"What?" I asked Harry who was still sat with me.

"In your nightmare, you were yelling about how you didn't want to go back home. Is everything okay?" He asked, unsure of what to do.

This man must regret the decision to allow me to stay here. First night I had a meltdown in the bathroom and now I'm screaming in my dreams.

"I don't remember, I'm so sorry I woke you." I apologised, trying to move away from that question. It was one I wasn't prepared to answer. It also concerned me that I'd had a nightmare like that, honestly couldn't remember the last time they plagued my brain but here we are.

"No don't be silly." He reassured me. "You scared me." He had the same look of pity he did on the first night I was here, having a meltdown in his bathroom. Part of me hated how he saw me. I was nothing but a weakling who couldn't even sleep without crying out for help. What was wrong with me?

"I'm sorry."

"You say sorry a lot." He told me, half smiling trying to lighten the mood.

"I know, I guess I have a lot to be sorry for." I replied, sitting up and pulling out of his grasp.

"I think that's based on personal opinion because I believe more people should be apologising to you with what I've seen and heard from you." He commented, obviously pulling on our previous experiences. None of them had been particularly pleasant but hey Ho.

"Nah, I don't think so. I think we should go back to sleep though, I have work in a few hours." I told him, feeling tired and like I couldn't be bothered to go to work again tomorrow already.

"Yeah you're right, I have a meeting tomorrow anyway about finalising my album so we both need the nap time." He confirmed, agreeing with my decision. He then got up an left the room, wrapped in a robe that he'd probably thrown on when he heard me screaming bloody murder in his guest room, he gave me a grin and a tiny wave as he shut my door.

I kept listening to his footsteps padding down the hall until I heard the click of his door. It was then that I got up, whilst I was completely exhausted the thought of going back to sleep filled my body with fear, I didn't want another nightmare. It felt so real.

Having so much pressure on my shoulders was exhausting, I'm surprised I've still got a full head of hair.

However, I did seriously need to think about what I was doing here. How am I ever going to stay here if I'm hanging around Harry, there's no way I can pass off every single paparazzi situation like I did today.

I also can't ask that of Harry.

I sat on the window sill, feeling dramatic and I watched the sun come up. Once my alarm went off I made my way into the bathroom and got ready for work.

Be happy, be normal, be Scout Kingsley.

I chanted that mantra to myself over and over again whilst readying myself. Once I made it downstairs I put the coffee on to brew and I soon heard the footsteps of Harry, wrapped up in the same robe he had on last night.

No words were spoken, but I poured his coffee before mine and but his bread in the toaster. I knew he would understand that I wasn't best at communication through talking, but through actions.

"Thankyou." He said quietly as he watched me butter his toast and slide the plate along the counter.

"I'll see you later, okay?" I replied, flying out the door and pretty much swan diving into my Uber and heading to the office.

As I reached work it literally help like someone hit my deflate button, like all of last night and not going back to sleep caught up on me. Sighing I sat down and did my routine for work.