TROUBLE

Chapter 62 "Just like that."

 

(Harrys´ POV)

I woke up to an empty bed and the sound of dishes moving around in the kitchen. Aubri didn’t even slept in bed with me last night. I groaned before kicking the covers off me and heading to the dresser to pick an outfit out. I’m not supposed to be moved into my new place until after my race tonight, so I can basically spend all day with her. Maybe we can catch up on what I missed, or fix what happened last night…I don’t know. I just want to stay with her.

I made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Her back was to me as she cooked over the stove. 

“Smells good.” I said as I sat down at the island. She glanced at me from over her shoulder before looking back at the stove. Ouch. I racked my brain trying to think of something that would get a conversation started. “Um…how’s work?” I rolled my eyes at my attempts of small talk.

 “Stressful.” She mumbled.

“Why’s it stressful?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it.” I slumped in my seat, my chin resting on my fist. How am I going to get her to talk to me? I noticed she looked a bit more toned, maybe that’ll get her talking.

“Have you been working out?”

She turned her head slowly, eyebrows furrowed. “Was I fat before you left?”

I shook my head, “No!” She looked away from me again as she transferred the eggs she was cooking to a plate. “I was just saying…you…you look good.”

“Thanks.” She mumbled, making it clear that she was finished with the conversation. My frustration increased. Is she just never going to have a normal conversation with me anymore? She seemed fine in the shower last night, but what happened to make her— “When are you moving out?” I swallowed, taken aback by her question.

“I—not until after my race tonight.” She nodded in response but didn’t say anything. “Do you…not want me here?” Her fingers drummed on the counter as she still stood with her back to me. “Should I leave?”

“No…stay here.” She paused to clear her throat. “I mean if you want to.”

“Of course I do.” She turned around and sat across from me as she ate. I guess she didn’t make any for me… “Um…any eggs left?”

“I’m making French toast for you…do you want eggs instead? I could give you mine—”

We started mumbling over each other like an awkward teenage couple on their first date. “No, no, it’s fine. I just thought—”

“I wasn’t just going to make breakfast for myself—”

“I thought you were just still…mad at me…” She stopped talking immediately and looked up at me. “And…” I cleared my throat, nervous now that all her attention was on me for the first time this morning. “I just didn’t want to force you do it…”

“It’s my pleasure, Haz.” She said with a sweet smile. “I am still mad at you though.” She got up and went to the pan that I hadn’t noticed on the stove. I watched as she flipped it over then stood in place. Guilt came washing over me again as I hung my head low. Why did I sleep with that girl? She didn’t even get the job done. 

I got up and moved to stand beside her, my hands shoved in my pockets and I stared at her, waiting for her to look back.

“Yes?” She inquired, peering at me out of the corner of her eye.