Our Heart and Home

3

Harry wakes up the next morning with a small headache pounding at his head and in a bed that is not his. He slowly feels the sheets and determines for a second time that he's not in his bed. He for a minute doesn't remember what happened last night.Moving his hand to the top of the comforters he slowly picked his head up a little bit and peeked his eyes open to look under the covers. He closed his eyes again, threw his head back, and groaned to himself.

Feeling more relaxed than ever, Harry allows himself to go inside his pounding head and try to remember what happened last night. He feels hickeys on his body and aches in his bones but he feels oddly clean. He recounts the club and music before going to the bar to get a drink. He remembers the girl and bathroom, which Harry thinks was sweet now that he thought about it. But most importantly he recalls what happened when they got to Arlo's house. Which was when you mix cookies and milk, almost perfect.

Just now opening his eyes, Harry tried to get used to the morning light in the room. When he could finally open his eyes against the light, he looked around the room trying to look at it now that it was light out. When Harry's satisfied after checking his surroundings, he drops his head back down.

It's actually really comfortable so he dozes a little bit. Until he realizes he should probably leave and go home. Sitting up Harry tries to see if there's something somewhere for him to put on his naked body. He sees that his clothes are still scattered across the room, so he gets up and trudges to each piece of his clothing and puts them on between each walk to the other.

After he's dressed he walks towards the door to see if Arlo is anywhere because she was not in bed. Silently walking in the hall he sees pictures on the wall and he sees her with family and friends.  After studying the pictures he walked the rest of the hallway.

When reaching the end of the hallway Harry walks into the living room and sees a back of a head popping out of the back of the couch.

"Hello," He said from behind her. She jumps from the sound of the sudden voice and turns around. Harry sees her sitting and reading in a big shirt. He walks over to her hesitantly, not sure what he's supposed to do.

"You look so awkward," Arlo says bluntly.

Harry stops at that and looks at her wide eyes. Yeah, he was feeling awkward but it's because he usually leaves before the other person wakes up. So they can avoid this. The weirdness of not knowing what to say, the conversion and the goodbye.

"What...?"

"Harry, we had sex," Arlo says, putting her book down and getting up. He watches as she walks towards him pulling her shirt down to cover more. "There's no going around it. We're adults, we can be mature about it, right?" She raises an eyebrow at him with a smile on her face.

"No awkwardness?" He raises an eyebrow right back. That's what makes him the most uncomfortable. The silence between him and whoever is it the night before not knowing what to say and the anxiety of saying the wrong thing. And just in general the pressure to get to know each other. To make it more than a one night stand, a relationship. That's not what he's looking for right now. Not after what happened.

"No awkwardness," She agrees, looking at Harry like she gets what he's thinking. Maybe she does with what he shared last night. "Do you want some breakfast?"

"Um," Harry's unsure in his decision. He looks to the door and then back to her trying to decide if he should leave or not.

"You can leave if you want." She looks to the door with him after noticing him looking towards it. "I just thought you might want something to eat before you go."

"Okay," Harry says, still quite unsure, never having eaten breakfast after.

She walks to the kitchen with him following after her.