Chapter 30

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Song: sky's still blue - Andrew Belle

and for the 4th part: Look after you - The Fray, or Louis Tomlinson (the song above)

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Julia's pov, August 16, 2020

I woke up with a headache today. I was still laying in my bed when I looked at the clock.

10:35

Normally, I would be eating breakfast.

I should just do that.

I don't like breaking my routines.

I got up from under the covers and stretched my arms. I stood up and walked to the window that was next to the front door. I carefully opened the curtain so I could sneak a peek, and I saw all four of them on the front porch, laughing.

I opened the curtain a little bit more so I could see if there was a bowl on the table.

There wasn't.

Not at my place anyway.

Good.

I sighed and let go of the curtain.

As much as this hurts, I have to.

I walked to the kitchen and tapped my fingers on the counter. Let's see if I have any food left in here.

I opened the fridge and saw a carton of yoghurt. I grabbed it and closed the fridge again. I walked back to the counter and grabbed a banana with my other hand. I placed the yoghurt down on the counter and grabbed a knife.

I cut the top of the banana and started peeling.

"Shit."

Forgot a bowl.

I walked to a cabinet and opened it. I grabbed a white ceramic bowl and put it on the counter.

I grabbed the banana again and started cutting it up.

"Jules!" someone happily said.

I cut my own finger from shock.

"OW fuck." I gasped, looking at the blood coming out of my wound. I looked behind me to see Harry walking towards me.

"I'm alright." I quickly said.

He stood next to me and carefully grabbed my hand. He studied it and walked me to the sink.

"You are so clumsy." He said with a chuckle.

"It was just. I. You. Uhm yeah." I spoke quietly.

You just scared me, that's it.

He turned the tap on and held my finger under the water. I winced from the contact.

"Why didn't you let us make it?" he asked, referring to the breakfast.

"Oh. I was here so. I thought why not make it myself."

"You okay?" He asked, looking me in my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah why?" I forcedly smiled.

"No reason." He said.

He's not really helping with my problem.

"Here, I'll make this, and you go sit at the table. Yeah?"

"Mhm." I kindly smiled as I turned away.

"Wait do you need a band aid?" he asked, and I turned around to look at him

I scrunched my nose with a disgusted expression.

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