Loneliness H.S

Chapter Sixteen

I can feel the sun shining straight at me through the window so there is no point trying to go back to sleep. I open my eyes and the first thing I see is Harry's neck and curls. My fingers are still intertwined with his, knowing it will leave a cold spot once I let go. He still seemed tired and irritated last night so I should let him sleep, even though I would love to wake him up and see him looking around the room confused before realizing where he is like he does every morning. I wiggle my hand out of his grip and pull away from him. He shifts a bit in his position but doesn't wake up.

I walk over to where my clothes are and pick out a simple outfit before putting it on. This is the last pair of different clothes I have. I only packed a few things, because my plan was to leave here and make it to some kind of city so I could buy me some clothes, and an apartment with all the money I have saved. I can always ask Athalia for some clothes, but I'll do it later.

I walk out of the room and into the bathroom to brush my teeth and go to the toilet.

When I'm done I walk downstairs to check on Liam and Zayn, on my way down I take a quick look at the clock to see that it's around ten am. I make my way over to the two sleeping boys. Zayn is laying on his back with one hand under his head, and the other on his stomach looking just as stunning as he does when he's awake. Liam, on the other hand, is laying on his stomach but only half his body is laying on the actual couch, the rest is dangling on its way to the floor. I decide to wake up Liam first seeing as he looks the most uncomfortable. I walk up to him, looking down at his chest moving up and down with every breath. I squeeze his nose to prevent him from breathing, and he shoots up immediately because of the lack of air. He looks around frantically to remember where he is. When his eyes land on me he stops, and a look of realization covers his face.

"Good morning." He says while he rubs the sleep out of his half-closed eyes.

"Morning." I smile at him. He looks over to Zayn discovering that his friend is still asleep. "Can you wake up Zayn while I get started on the breakfast?" He nods. "You can just come to the kitchen when you're ready."

"Yeah, okay." He sends me a weak tired smile before standing up and walking over to Zayn.

I walk over to the kitchen, getting some egg and bacon from the fridge. I take out a frying pan and get started. While I am flipping the eggs Liam and Zayn enter through the kitchen door.

"What are you making?" Zayn asks being the first one to enter the room.

"It smells delicious," Liam adds coming in right behind Zayn, both stopping in the doorway waiting for my reply.

"Thank you. I'm just making some eggs and bacon." I answer turning my head a little to look at them. They both nod in return before they walk over to the table taking their seats.

"Do you make breakfast every day?" Liam asks surprised as to why I bother.

I shrug my shoulder effortlessly. "Not every day, but sometimes if I'm the first one to wake up."

"I get better breakfast here then what I get at home," Liam says happily.

Zayn is quick to frown, and add "What used to be your home you mean." 

Reality seems to hit Liam after Zayn's choice of words, and he lets out a "Yeah." before he turns quiet.

"Don't be sad, guys. I get that you miss your families, I do, but it's not that bad out here. I promise." I say trying to cheer them up. They both look up at me with a small smile. I know that they are still sad, and I do understand. I miss my family to once in a while, but I am happier here, and I hope they will be too. "Do you mind waking up Alexandra and Louis while I wake up Harry?"