Unspoken, but Loved (H.S)

Chapter 6-It's alright, Love

I woke up to a soft touch caressing my cheek. Widening my eyes more, while rubbing the sleep from my now open eyes, I looked to see Harry sitting on the edge of the bed staring at me. Giving him a confused look, he softly laughed at my expression.

"Good morning love, I just came to check on you and see how you're settling in," his morning voice chirped. I looked around to find something I could write on to respond, noticing my dilema, he pulled his black phone out of his sweatpants pocket, opening something on the screen, and handed it to me.

"It'll be easier to type on this," he spoke to ease the awkward silence of me having no sound coming from my small frame.

I glanced at the phone, now resting in my hands, and began to type.

"Good morning Harry, thank you again for everything. I could never thank you enough," I typed quickly to speed up the end of the awkward silence.

Handing the phone back to him, he read it with a grin on his face.

"You're welcome love, let's go eat, yeah?" he asked jumping from the mattress to his feet. I nodded and stood up, following his out of the room, down the hall, to the kitchen. Once in the modern themed kitchen, I noticed two plates of different foods sat at the island. Each plate had scrambled eggs, toast, various fruits and a glass of ice water next to it, neatly placed.

Harry walked over to the stools sat in front of the plates of food, pulled them both out, and gestured for me to sit down next to him. Walking over, I sat down and admired the work he put into making this for the two of us. Looking over at him, I mouthed 'thank you' to him with a small smile. He nodded and said no problem, then began eating. Taking that as a cue to start eating, I picked up a piece of toast and brought it to my mouth, taking a bite. I couldn't remember the last time I had a home cooked meal that wasn't small scraps left over that were unwanted. I moaned from the fresh amazing tasting food without thinking. As soon as I did, Harry stopped eating, looked at me, and burst out laughing. My face turned bright red and I covered my face. Once he calmed down, he took a breather.

"I'm sorry love, I've never had anyone moan from my food. Wait, shit, that sounded wrong," Harry laughed again loudly with a Cheshire grin plastered on his beautiful face. I began laughing too and together, we laughed about the dirty joke and the moan that escaped from my lips.

Once we finished eating our delicious breakfast, we headed towards the couch and plopped down on the comfy cushions. I looked over at the small glass table  searching for my outlet to communicate. Finding the small white board, I picked it up and began writing.

"Breakfast was so good, thanks again Harry. I'm going to start looking for a job so I can pay you back for the food I've aten and anything else, and when I saved up enough, I'll be out to rent an apartment, I promise. Im sorry I'm a burden," I scribbled onto the board in small font. Handing it over to Harry, I didn't want to meet his soft green eyes, afraid of his reaction to the possibility of me staying any longer here and becoming an unwanted burden in his life.

After reading the lines, he looked at me with sad eyes.

"Ophelia, love, you are most definitely not a burden. I wouldn't of invited you here if I didn't want you here. I have loved getting to know you and I still want to learn more about you," he told me, while gently taking my hand in his. He then pulled me into his torso, gently embracing me with his head on top of mine. I carefully hugged him back, with my arms around the upper portion of his long torso. We stayed like that for a few minutes. Harry then suggested we continue our movie marathon and watch A Star is Born on his plasma tv, in his bedroom. I've never been in there and I was slightly nervous, considering my past with men and being taken advantage of. But Harry has shown nothing but kindness so I pushed away some of the nerves and followed him to his room.

Walking in, I noticed the large bed in the center of the room against his wall, which was covered in a framed vinyls along the sides. Large fuzzy pillows and blankets scattered the bed, all different shapes and sizes.

Harry guided me to the side of the bed and brought us together laying in the middle of the huge bed. Our hands were intertwined between us, but no words were exchanged. There wasn't a need, we both felt the strong attachment to each other and didn't need to emphasize it anymore.

About an hour and a half later, I felt my eyes getting heavy when the ending credits rolled in. Harry must've noticed this when my grip on his hand started to loosen.

"You can sleep here love, I don't mind," he whispers, face tucked in my hair. I simply nodded and put the weight of my head against his shoulder. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard Harry whisper something to himself.

"Bloody hell, I think I'm falling for you, Ophelia," Harry whispered to himself, thinking I was already in the dreaming state. Hearing that, I felt my heart skip a beat. Not wanting Harry to know I heard him, I stayed where I was and kept my heavy eyelids closed, pretending to be asleep. Little did he know, I was up for hours after this, thinking over and over how could someone like him possibly like me? I was absolutely nothing special. I was broken, ugly, skin and bones, with no family support behind me. I've seen the frames lining the hallways of family photos of Harry and his family. I don't have any of that. He deserved a stable beautiful person in his life who has her life planned out and is willing to fully commit herself to him. Overthinking all of this, I managed to fall asleep in the mist of it.