Strange [h.s.]

Nine

Ella Frazier

Sometimes a realization hits you like a truck

Other times it comes slowly, sometimes too slow.

My body wakes up before my eyes, shifting around in my spot before eventually fluttering my eyes open to an empty bed. Confusion washes over me, wondering where the hell Harry went. I lift up from the bed, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand before I scan the room.

Empty.

Both of our suitcases are gone, only a shirt and a pair of leggings are laid out on the top of my childhood desk.

I move my legs so that they hang off the bed, stretching my arms above my head and standing up. I head over to the clothes, seeing Harrys "Hot N Hard" shirt laid out on the top of my desk. Its probably one of my favorite shirts that Harry owns and he knows that. Which is probably why he set it out for me to wear.

I switch out the shirt I was wearing to bed for the shirt Harry laid out, doing the same with my pants before I head into the bathroom. I do my usual morning routine with what is left out, assuming Harry is the one that went through and packed up all our stuff this morning. After I'm done, I throw my clothes and toiletries into my tote bag that was left for me, throwing it over my shoulder and heading out the door to go downstairs.

Once again, I come up short in the Harry department, finding only my mom at the dinging table, a cup of coffee in hand as she scrolls through her phone.

"Hey mom," I say, setting down my bag at the front door.

"Hi sweetheart, how did you sleep?" She asks, setting her phone down and looking over at me.

"Pretty good, have you seen Harry?" I ask, pulling out a chair next to her and taking a seat.

My mom points to the back door, making me turn around in my seat to see Harry outside, "He's talking to your dad and Wyatt. All of the guys woke up pretty early, they've been out there for a while just chatting now. It's cute."

I watch as Harry stares at Wyatt, a serious look on his face which is soon replace by a wide grin shooting onto his face, the creases of his eyes showing and even through the glass door I can hear that infectious laugh ring through my head.

A smile creeps up on my face and I swear I've had it tattooed onto my face since the day I met Harry. I turn back to my mom, looking down at my hands which are messing with the skin around my nails.

"He's a sweet boy, Ella." I hear my mom say from beside me

I lift my eyes up to her, the rest of my head soon following, "I know mom."

My mom sets down her mug, moving her hands to rest on top of mine. She gives me a sincere smile. "Is he the one?" she looks into my eyes.

Probably.

"Because you might be the one for him. I can see it in the way he looks at you."

I turn back in my seat, looking at Harry again. He slaps his hands against his thighs, a frustrated look covering his face as he runs his hands up and down before his eyes shoot over to me. I watch as his features soften, the corners of his lips curving into a light smile. I send him a small wave as he stands upon from his seat, reaching his hand out to shake his hand and doing the same to Wyatt, who denies it and pulls Harry in for a hug.

Once Harry his set free, he turns to the door, pulling it open as I turn back to my mom, "He might be."

Definitely.

Harry walks through the living room, giving me the opportunity to fully assess his outfit.  A pair of black sweatpants and a Calvin Klein sweatshirt. He makes his way over to me, placing his hands on the back of my chair, leaning forward and to press a kiss on the top of my head, "Good afternoon sleepyhead."