Passion (H.S)

Chapter 12

Elizabeth's p.o.v
I woke up naturally having had enough sleep, memories of last night flooded my mind as I tried to remember everything but I still couldn't remember a few things. I pushed myself up on one arm and looked at the time, it was 1:24 in the afternoon. Wow I really got some sleep. I was surprised that I hadn't had a nightmare or anything, this has been the first time I haven't needed to take some pills.

I was about to get up when u noticed something on my hip weighing me down, I looked behind me to see Harry sleeping softly besides me with his arm draped across my hip. I smiled to myself turning over and snugging closer to him. I rested my forehead against his shoulder with my hands pressed on his chest, breathing in his scent I smiled and began to trace over his tattoos on his chest ever so lightly with my fingertips.

After about 40 seconds, Harry took a deep breath and breathed out. I instantly stopped tracing his tattoos, mentally cursing to myself as I had woke him up. "Good morning, beautiful" he said croakily, God his voice after waking up was so sexy. "I'm sorry for waking you.." I apologised lightly.

"I was already awake, I just liked it when you traced over my tattoos." He smiled cheekily, "keep doing it, it feels nice." He pleaded. I giggled quietly before carrying on with my actions a tracing over his chest again. We stayed like that for about 5 minuets, just enjoying each other company before we decided to get up.

"Are you hungry? I am." Harry said,
"Yeah I am a bit." I replied.
"Come on, I'll make some breakfast." He said grabbing my hand and pulling me downstairs.

As we went down stairs my eyes scanned over his walls, seeing no such pictures or posters or anything really...they were plain grey walls. Completely plain. You would of thought that they're would be a picture of his family or something but there wasn't. I decided that there might be some pictures in a different room or something to I carried on holding Harry's hand as he lead me to the kitchen.

I let go of harry and sat down on a stool at his island counter. His kitchen was black and white, black counters with a hint of glitter in them and white cupboards and draws. The wall were grey and the floor was glittery white.

I glanced at harry looking though his fridge and pulling out two things. "Eggs and bacon?" He asked holding them up. I grinned and nodded at him. "Shit!" I mumbled, "what! What's wrong!?" Harry asked frantically walking over to me worried. "No, sorry not you!" I told him quickly, he looked at me relieved and continued to make breakfast still eyeing me.

"I mean like 'shit where's my phone'. Do you have it? The men took my bag and it had all my stuff in it!" I said panicking, Harry physically relaxed and told me, "Oh, don't worry babe. I took it." I sighed in relief "I chucked it in the living room, sorry. You can go check if everything is in there." He said. I nodded and walked out the kitchen looking for the living room.

I walked into the living room and saw my bag laying on his sofa.I sat down and placed the bag on my lap, opening it up I saw that I was only missing a pen and a bit of loose change that sat at the bottom of my bag. I took out my phone and checked if I had any messages, I had 1. Well that's a first... I don't get calls or text 'cause well I don't really have any friends.

When the accident happened I shut my self up from the world, got rid of my social life and moved. I never told anyone I moved or where I went, I just wanted to be alone. I still sorta do but after knowing harry, his company just makes me so happy and bubbly.

I looked at who texted me and it was one of my old friends, Luke. Strange I haven't heard from him in like a year. He and I use to be close mates during high school. I read over his text.

"Hey Lizzie, haven't seen you in ages! Wanna catch up? I've heard your dead but I don't think it's true. Let me know - Luke :) x"

Wow he's a bit blunt...and stupid if I was dead I wouldn't be able to let him know. He was always so clueless, but that's what made him funny. I decided I would text him back later because I'm with harry right now and I don't want to leave.

I glanced around Harry's living room, it was nice a cozy. There was a big to in the corner of the room and a fireplace opposite it. The sofa was long and up against the wall with a coffee table in front of it and then a big fluffy rug in the middle. There was also a medium sized window between the to and the fireplace.

But what did catch my eye was a photo frame on top of the fireplace sitting on the self connected to the chimney part. I got up and walked over to it so I could get a better look, I picket it up and looked at the girl in the picture. She had long blond-ish hair with brown roots and brown eyes, She looked roughly Harry's age. She was also smiling bright holding both her hands up in to peace signs. Overall she was beautiful.

The fact that he only had one picture in the whole of his house that I had seen and that it was of this girl made the bottom of my stomach twist and fists curl. I was angry, but a weird kind of angry..like, jealously. Wait. Jealously? No I couldn't be jealous, Harry was my friend and I only saw him that way! Ish..maybe...fuck. It was jealously.

I sighed to myself, admitting that i was jealous that harry had a picture of this girl in his house. What if she's just a friend? Or maybe an ex he never got over? What if he's using me as a rebound girl? Shit no..he wouldn't do that.

My mind carried on thinking of all the different possibilities of how harry knew that girl, but my train of thought was broken when I heard harry speak. My head snapped in the direction of where I had heard him only to see that he was still in the kitchen. "Liz, breakfast is ready!" He called, I decided quickly that I would bring the photo in and ask him about it.

I walked into the kitchen and sat down on the stool and put the frame on my lap as Harry turned around and smiled. He was holding two plates, he put one in front of me and the other in front of him. I mumbled a thank you as he sat down opposite me then we began to eat. "Harry, can I ask you something?" I said quietly, getting ready to pull up the photo frame. "Yeah, sure. What?" He asked.

"Who's this?" I said as pulled up the photo and placed it to the side of us. Harry's eyes widened as he tensed him his seat. He reached forward a took the photo his eyes the softened and he looked over the photo. I tried wait for him to finish whatever he was doing before the gut twisting feeling in my stomach got too much. "Harry?" I asked trying to sound soft but actually just wanting to take the picture and throw it.

"I-I..." His thumb traced over the side of her face in the picture. I could see he obviously had strong feelings for her, as the way he looked at the picture, he looked at it with such love. He was gentle and slow as he placed the picture down to the side. My heart was breaking at the sight of this and I just wanted to burst into tears, then and there. But I wasn't going to, I had to be strong in front of him and not let him see me in my weak state. Although he had already seen me worse.

I looked down at my food suddenly not hungry anymore as tears stung at the back of my eyes and my throat tightened, causing my breath to rag. I was falling for him and I was falling too fast. I didn't like this, it was all happening too quickly for my liking. I was surprised to hear Harry's voice speak up again after such a long silence. "She beautiful, isn't she?" He asked me. I nodded in agreement, my jealously levels rising high.

"I miss her so much.." He mumbled still starring at her. So I was right, he probably was an ex or something. I took a deep breath before pulling up enough courage to speak, secretly praying I wasn't going to sound like a goat with my croaky voice. "So who is she? How do you know her?" I asked, my voice didn't sound too bad but harry was too emotional to even look up at me.

"I've known her my whole life, she's always been there for me." I said finally looking up at me, I quickly looked down avoiding eye contact 'cause I could feel the tears threatened to fall. My leg was bouncing up and down, a nervous habit I have. I thought of an idea to get me out before I broke down and said "I'll be right back harry, I need to use the loo." I told him strongly. To me I didn't sound as if I was about to start crying so I scurried out and went to the bathroom.

As soon as I got in I locked the door and pressed my back against it as I closed my eyes and let a single tear roll down my cheek. That one tear had so much emotion inside of it. Not just anger but sadness, jealously and heart break. It held so many mixed emotions. I held so many mixed emotions. Hate, love, pity, sorrow, anger, jealously, stress, pain and many more. I've holding all this in for so long and now, I just want to scream. Scream at the top of my lungs! For all the world to hear! I want to let it all go! I want to feel free again!

But I can't.

I'm stuck here In a small toilet with an emotional man in the next room, some what grieving over a girl in a picture. Oh joy.