Future [H.S]

Chapter Eighteen

     I fluttered my eyes open to the faint sound of the waves against the sides of the yacht, rocking it sideways as I almost forgot I was even on a yacht! I couldn't believe that day one was finally over. But here we go again, with day two.

What did happen last night though? Did Harry open up to me just like that? Niall said that he didn't open up to anyone, not even his best mate. Could I have changed him? No, that's not possible. Oh my God, could I?! I don't even know how I'm feeling right now. Probably knackered, but with much more mixed emotions.

And last night, I was so freaking close to Harry and I didn't even react slightly to it. That shows how much tired I was though. I just hope that this day would be better.

Wait a minute

Last night, I slept next to Harry. Oh My Gosh! This means one of these two things; either he slept on the bed with me, like right next to me. Or he slept somewhere else. And I really hoped it would be the second option.

I groaned as I rolled onto my back then plopped myself up on my elbow as I heard some of my back bones cracking slightly. I just knew that my hair was like as if I just got through WWIII. The bed felt light and it didn't dip from behind me, that means that Harry wasn't in bed. My tired eyes started searching the room until they landed on the curly boy, wrapped up in some sheets on the small couch-chair-like thing, where I once put my coat, with earphones in his ears connected to a small mp4. His curls were sticking out in odd directions. His eyebrows furrowed slightly and his lips were pouting.

Of course, he was fast asleep. Snoring softly too, engulfed in his own dream world, like a cute little baby. Ew! I did not just think like that! He's not a baby for God's sake! He must've left the bed once I was out in my seventh dream. He looked so tired, but I wasn't any better. I crawled out of bed trying my best to not stumble over my own feet and wake him. I tiptoed my way over to the door, turned the doorknob as slowly as I could to prevent it from squeaking then opened it just enough for me to slip out then closed it without making a single sound. Shocking, right?

I dashed my way to the bathroom, closed the door and checked myself in the mirror. To be honest, I looked slightly better than yesterday; my swollen lip had shrunk leaving a little pain there and the gash across my cheek has become smaller. The water I showered with yesterday was pure magic. I smiled to myself for a second before I saw what I thought was called my hair, or can I say it was a bird nest? Yeah, that fits it better. I groaned to myself as I picked up the comb I found yesterday in a drawer, the same one I brushed my hair with yesterday after taking my amazing shower.

I tried so hard to brush it but it was useless. I definitely need to take a shower, I was going to take one either way, cause I really liked it. Just me, the hot water and silence, but this time there was no Niall to interrupt. I walked back out,  a hot breeze hit my face for the second time today, as I headed back to the bedroom and opened the door, not really caring if I woke Harry up, I had other priorities right now, but he was already up.

I sighed, placing one hand on my hip as I asked "do you have any extra clothes here? I really need to take a shower." he was standing in front of an opened closet as he looked at me with his tired green eyes, he said "and good morning to you too." he paused, looking at me as I was some kind of an alien from another planet "what's wrong with your hair?" I rolled my eyes as I watched him throw me a smirk before he looked back inside the closet then back at me as he continued, taking a hold on the hem of his shirt, mentioning to it, his smirk still plastered on his face "I've got this, if you want. It's quite comfy, ya know?"

I rolled my eyes again at him in annoyance and huffed. He just chuckled in response. He reached out into the closet and pulled out a plain pink T-shirt and a pair of short jeans. He tossed them in my direction and I easily caught them. He said, his raspy voice coming out of his plumped pink lips "you can wear these, they're free, everything else is expensive, well except for my shirt too." I scrunched my eyebrows and nose while he winked in my direction.

I looked down at the clothes in my hand then back at him. I asked "uh, why do you have girly clothes in that closet?"I was curious to know more. He said, walking over to me "obviously, they're not mine. Not my story too. It's Niall's. I can't tell you anything about his private life without his approval. Sorry." I gave him my best puppy eyes, they never fail me. But it seemed that Harry didn't even get slightly affected by them. He just shrugged, turned around and headed to the bed where his own fresh clothes were.

I looked back at the picture I found yesterday on the table beside the chair and picked it up, looked closely at it before I started "this picture, Niall and this girl, she's his girlfriend. I think...they bought this yacht together, right?" he didn't say a word, just stayed still, holding his new shirt in his hands, looking at it, but I knew he was listening. I asked "what happened to her? These are her clothes, aren't they? I can't wear something that doesn't belong to me Harry. I think that's stealing." he sighed, turned around to face me once again before he started, a sad look taking over his facial expressions

"I guess you found out half of the story just by looking at a picture. I'll tell you the rest, even if it's against Niall's wish, but she was my friend too." He paused before he continued "she was his girlfriend for four years, she was one of a kind, she was one of us. Her name was Julie, she was beautiful, but I wouldn't say that to Niall cause he'd kill me." he chuckled "she died yesterday, when everything started." I looked down at her clothes as I wondered how could something so cruel happen to a girl like her? I didn't know her, but she seemed like the perfect girl every boy wishes for. I said "I'm so sorry, she must've been a very good friend of yours."

He shook his head as he replied "don't be, we all have our own stories, just like that one, don't we?" I nodded slightly in agreement, this world is so unfair. I said "I can't wear her clothes anyway, they belong to her." he gave me a faint smile before he answered "nah, it's alright. She never really wore these ones before, they're new. You can have them." I returned the smile and muttered a thank you. He finally added "please take care of your hair, it looks soft and silky" he laughed and I just rolled my eyes at him before I went back outside to the bathroom to take my shower, thinking of how this thing actually affected me. Everything is going on so quickly and I'm barely catching up.

I need a break from all of that.

And that break is now, or never.

A/N: Hope you all are enjoying reading this! Thank you for sticking out this long! There's more coming though! I hope you continue reading!! Love ya ❤❤