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Chapter 10

They say all's well that ends well
But I'm in a new Hell every time 
You double-cross my mind
You said if we had been closer in age maybe it would've been fine
And that made me want to die

– Taylor Swift, All Too Well (10 Minute Version) (Taylor's Version)

. . . .

When I wake up the next morning, the bed's empty beside me, but the shower in his bathroom is running. The room is dark due to the heavy curtain that's pulled shut. I try to sit up, a deep groan escaping my mouth. My pelvic region aches. The door to the bathroom opens and Harry, clad in only a white towel around his waist, walks into the room.

"Hey," I mumble.

"Morning." He walks over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of boxers and tossing them over to me then pulls another pair up his long legs. He then hands me a shirt and my bra from Friday night. I disappear into the bathroom and get dressed in private.

When I exit the bathroom, I wander out to the living room where Harry is sitting, watching tv.

"Come sit with me." He holds his arm out for me.

About halfway into the movie we're watching, the tv goes black as well as the lamp that's on beside us. The furnace kicks off and the house begins to freeze up.

"What the fuck?" He stands up and looks out the front window that has a clear view of the yard and the street. He mumbles a few despicable words as he opens the closet by the front door to grab more blankets. "I think everyone lost power on the street."

He drops the blankets on the couch then sits close to me to retain our body heat, but despite our combined temperatures and the abundance of blankets, I grow colder each minute the power's out. He's scrolling through his phone, unbothered by the cold temperature dropping in the house.

"I'm freezing my ass off." I walk off into his bedroom to look for some warmer clothes. I find some black sweatpants and a dark gray jumper in his closet. He's standing in the kitchen, his back to me. I take my seat on the couch again, texting Annie about whether the power was out at the school.

"Here's your food." He places the plate and a black mug of hot chocolate on the coffee table. I bundle up with a blanket and set my plate in my lap.

"Thank you." I take a sip of the warm drink and sit it on the side table. He reaches past me for my mug, and I slap his hand away, "I don't think so."

"Why not?" He draws back and takes a bite of his own sandwich.

"It's too good to share." I lift it to my lips and take a long sip from it.

"Just come lay down with me." He motions for me to lay beside him underneath the blanket. I do so and cuddle into his warm, soft chest. And after I fall asleep, I swear he drank some of my hot chocolate.

. . . .

It's six o'clock at night, but I still had to use the light on my phone to guide me through the grass from the back road. The snow is crunching beneath my feet, making it harder to be unseen or unheard. The full moon casts a small amount of light, but not enough to see through it alone. The lights in the house are on, but I still have to sneak through my window due to our strict curfew set for five.

I sneak through the window of our room once Harry dropped me off after I woke up. I shut the window to escape the frigid winter air and remove the jumper, sweatpants, and boxers Harry had let me wear home since my simple outfit last night was not well equipped to walk, even from the gazebo where he dropped me off to the house.