Honey Rain

Chapter Eleven

I woke up with a terrible headache in the morning so Harry went to school without me. I wanted to go, but both he and my mum said to stay home.

I slept nearly the whole day again and woke up at one in the afternoon. I couldn't do much with the ache I was feeling all over my body so I just wandered aimlessly around the house.

I found myself in Lottie's room going through her makeup bag. She barely even wore half the stuff I found. I pulled out a stick of eyeliner and opened it up. It didn't look black, more of a dark blue. I'd never really wanted to wear makeup, (and even if I did, I would never be allowed to) but I thought there would be no harm in just trying it.

I took the pen into the bathroom and leaned over the sink to look into the mirror. I pulled my eyelid up a bit and underlined my eye with blue. I quite liked the way it looked. I brought the line a bit farther off of my eye and made a sort of wing. I matched the look on my other eye. Once I was satisfied with how it looked, I put it back in Lottie's room.

The stairs creaked as I walked down to the kitchen to make myself a sandwich. I hadn't eaten dinner yesterday due to my excessive sleeping and I was terribly hungry. I was still wearing the clothes I slept in, but didn't feel like changing. The salve my mother had given me yesterday was still on the counter and I realized that I hadn't yet used it. I took the bottle upstairs and pulled my shirt off; the bruises were looking worse than yesterday but not by that much. I rubbed a bit of the cold ointment onto my body and put my shirt back on.

I couldn't help but admire myself in the mirror for a while, something I never usually did; the eyeliner really was pretty. I wondered if Harry would like it, too. I hoped so. I walked to the radio that was resting on top of my shelf and turned the dial to 93.7. I flopped down on my bed and stared at the ceiling while I listened to AC/DC play through the speakers. I counted four more songs as I gazed out the window and watched the clouds go by. Of course, there weren't many visible clouds anyway. The sky was mainly grey at this time of year.

I hadn't heard the front door open or the sound of footsteps coming upstairs, but Harry was now stood in my doorway. I propped myself up on my elbows to look at him and his cheeks went pink. He seemed to have lost all his breath.

"Oh... wow... you..." He cleared his throat and took a deep breath. "You look really pretty, babe."

I grinned and moved to the edge of the bed so that I could place my hands on his waist. "You like it?" I slowly slid my hands up his sides and down his arms.

He swallowed hard and turned even darker in color. "Yeah."

I grinned and intertwined our fingers. His eyes went wide and he dropped my hands. "I have to go t- take care of something. Uh, yeah. I'll be back." He nearly sprinted out of the room, leaving me smirking. So he did like that.

He came back into the room a few minutes later, looking less flustered. I smiled at him and stood up. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down to kiss him.

"How are you feeling?" Harry caressed my face and kissed me again.

"I'm alright. Better now." I had been following all the rules the doctor had set and I suppose it was working. He smiled and threw his backpack onto my bed before sitting down next to it. He pulled out a few sheets of paper and began writing. I had nothing else to do, so I rested my chin on my hands and watched him work for a while.

He glanced up at me and giggled, reaching his arm out and pulling me over to him. I curled up against his side and watched him write; maybe it was strange to point out, but he had nice hands. I had always thought so. I got tired of sitting still and turned my head up to kiss up his neck. He kept his eyes down and didn't react; I frowned.