Prey [ h.s ] (on hold)

Chapter 7

Going back to my apartment I finally got some time to breathe. Not going to lie to you, I'm always nervous when it comes to talk to Maggie. I don't feel comfortable with her at all and I'm always afraid of what she wants to talk about.

She often sees people coming over to my apartment, mainly women, so I guess that's what concerns her the most. The conversations are normally about the people coming over or about our past, the time we spent together.

I hate talking about it. I wish it never happened, I wish it would all go away. Is as young and she was selfish... it was all a big mistake.

I walked into the living room, checking on Phoebe. She was still asleep somehow, so I kept myself very quiet. I wanted to take a shower because I felt a bit dirty, so I quickly went to my room to choose some nice and comfy clothes to change after.

I'm always kind of paranoid when I appeared dirty to other people if you know what I'm saying. I can't carry on with my day if I don't shower, it just doesn't feel right and I always like to feel comfortable and clean.

I went to the bathroom and got undressed before turning the shower on, not forgetting to close the door, carefully so I would wake Phoebe up.

The shower was pretty quick, I'm not one of those people that takes ages to shower to be honest. I dried my body with a towel I had placed on the sink and put on the clothes I chose earlier.

A plain dark grey t-shirt and some light grey sweatpants. I left the bathroom quickly and went to the living room to check on Phoebe again.

She was surprisingly still asleep, so I sat next to her. I looked at my phone to check the time and realize it was currently 5pm, the sun was already setting and Louis still hadn't called to let me know exactly how long his sister was staying over.

I wasn't in the mood of just sitting here on my phone, I didn't want to do anything. I found myself really bored. All I wanted was to sit here and do nothing else but that.

I began to look around... trying to find a way to entertain myself. I took a nice glance at Phoebe and look away. I could just wake her up and try to have a chat with her, to keep me entertained, but she just looked so peaceful.

She told me about her sleeping issues, another reason for me not wanting to wake her up right now. I don't even know how she fell asleep in the first place... Boredom? or is the couch just too comfortable?

I really don't know, but I might ask her later. I looked at the time once again and took another look at Phoebe. This was probably the fist time I was looking at her properly.

I have a strong feeling she hates me. She's probably still somehow affected by the way me and her brother, Louis, treated her whenever she was around us when we were younger. Although, she was a lot younger than us so how does she even remember anything? I don't even remember what I had for lunch yesterday.

It does feel a bit weird to see her as an adult after so many years without seeing her. It's like I still haven't processed correctly that this is the same irritating toddler I met ages ago.

It's like that version of her is gone, and it is in fact gone. I still don't know her properly so maybe she hasn't changed much since we met... I see she's got an attitude now but I didn't notice anything else just yet.

I believe there is still a bit of her old self deep down there. She still kind of annoys me with her smart ass attitude. Oh, and the worst part of it all is her stubbornness. I hate stubborn people, it's probably what annoys me the most.

I mean she can be quite good to talk to sometimes. Sometimes she's nice, chill, an honest person but he doesn't show it very often. I feel like there's so much more to her that I don't know and that she doesn't want to tell me either. Only if she knew.

There's also so much more to me that she doesn't know.

She doesn't seem like she truly trusts me, so that's why I only know very little about her. Louis sometimes tells me stuff, like when she moved out, I found out through him.

I quickly looked at her next to me as soon as I felt the couch move. I was hoping that she'd wake up so I could talk to her, but she was only switching her position in the couch. Once she was finally done, she kept sleeping and I just sat there staring at her.

I started realizing how actually beautiful she is. She looks so quiet and peaceful while she is asleep. They way her long eyelashes lay across her cheeks, the way her body slightly up and down whenever she takes a breath...

Her small body just resting there right next to me, she also used her hands as a pillow I see. I noticed the sunlight hitting her skin, making it glow a bit. Sunsets are already beautiful, this sight was just making them even more of it. The sunlight had a certain yellowish orange color to it.

It was hitting her across the cheeks and then her body became all brightened by the sunlight. She does have great skin, it's almost like there were no flaws on it or at least not that I could see.

Her plump lips were slightly parted so I could hear her breathing. She sounded pretty quiet actually, but it was enough for me to hear it.

Strands of her long chestnut colored hair falling all over her face, making such a mess. She somehow managed to not look ridiculous with those hairpieces all messed up, like I always do. When I wake up my hair turns out all greasy and knotted.

This was unusual, a feeling I hadn't felt for years and years. The last time I remember feeling like this, was when I first met Maggie. I deeply in love with her I admit. She just looked so innocent and beautiful that I genuinely felt the need to protect her from any harm.

It upsets me, I was so obsessed with Maggie, and for what?

I don't like feeling like this, I know it'll always end awful. I'm the worse when it comes to relationships, have I mentioned that? I cannot keep a relationship with a girl without fucking everything up. Being my mistake or not, I just can't keep a relationship.

All of my past relationships ended up either being quite toxic or one of us messing the whole thing up.

After staring for so long I noticed Phoebes eyelids slowly opening up, revealing her now golden looking irises. She didn't flinch at the sight of the sunlight, she didn't even seamed to be paying attention to it.

"Morning." I spoke in a sarcastic tone but trying to keep myself quiet of course. She was barely even awake, didn't seem like she was hearing me at all. She only looked into my eyes and squinted her eyes.

"God, I'm still here." She squeezes her eyes shut before bringing one of her palms to her forehead only to rub it against her temple.

"Sooner or later your brother's coming to get you, you've just got to be patient." I stated, finding myself staring at her small figure next to me.

"What are you looking at? How long did I sleep for?" and there she began with the questions.

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Not the biggest chapter, just Harry slowing falling for Phoebe, hihi. Anyways, I didn't want to seem dead so I just decided to post this short chapter. Online school starts in February 8th, so I might give you guys slow updates of this fic.

By the way, I created a Spotify playlist for Phoebe. I know I could've created one for the whole fic but you know... I'm a very smart person ( if I was Pinocchio y'all don't even know how long my nose was growing right now ) I'm going to try to put the link in my bio. Ily guys <3