Anarchy [h.s]

Chapter 10 ✶ Maybe he does have a heart 

"She's a stone cold,
straight-faced killer and a lover."

Song of the chapter:
Punchin' Bag by Cage the Elephant

I blink my eyes open happily excepting the ache that now resides in my lower back. Sun blankets my body from the two windows that live on the wall behind me.

The first few seconds of morning are my favorite. The mere moment of bliss that can only be created by the fog of sleep. Where I'm just a person waking up in the world.

But then comes my most hated time of the day.

My brain combs through all of my memories in a flash of a second remembering my identity, and I'm slammed back into my body with painful force.

"Get up," Harry's accent is already entangled in enmity as if I've somehow annoyed him by laying completely still. "and get dressed." A soft pile of fabric is thrown onto my face distorting my view of the ceiling.

A scoff scratches against my throat as I grab ahold of the materials removing them from my face. I squint at him hovering above my body.

His hair is messy like he's just ran his fingers through it to keep the long strands away from his face. "You have fifteen minutes to meet me at the bar or you're on your own." He turns around and strides out of the threshold slamming the door shut behind him.

I sigh a cursed breath of exhaustion lulling my head to the side.

Fifteen minutes.

Despite her having slept on the fucking floor because her psycho ex-boyfriend is actively stalking her, she looked as though she's had the best night's sleep of her bloody life.

That makes one of us.

I would have happily let her toss and turn restless all night while I slept peacefully.

The muscles in my leg jump impatiently rattling my foot on the floor.

I already regret helping her and we haven't even started yet.