the cabin 》h.s

eight

chapter 8

[ R E A G A N ]

"So, Harry," I ask, yawning since we decided on just talking for the remainder of the night until one of us knocked out. So far, I was losing. "Tell me, how many girls are on your agenda for this week?"

Laying back on my bed, sprawled out like a mess but rather comfortable, as I awaited his answer.

I could hear Harry snort and chuckle afterwards before answering, "You just reminded me. Hey, is Mikaela available?"

My jaw drops, though he can't see me, and I'm astounded by his words as I say, "Like she'd ever give you a chance, let alone the time of day."

"Why's that?"

"Because she hates you," I retort.

"False," Harry inquires, sticking his head out and peering down at me from his mattress, "Pretty sure the only one that hates me is you."

Harry's eyes travel from my face down to my legs and I suddenly begin to grow uncomfortable.

When I cross my legs, one over the other, and cross my arms over my chest, Harry's eyes dart away and he soon disappears above the bunk.

"Well, she won't, either way," I finally say, "She's seen how you treat me. So I can honestly say we hate you about an equal amount." And though I say it, for some reason I don't believe it.

I mean, I can't stand Harry. And as much as I say or claim to hate him, saying it out loud and to him felt really odd.

"That was harsh," He says though he doesn't sound wounded nor angry about it.

"Well, it's the truth," I murmur, once again not believing it.

And as silence took over the room, soon enough, I could hear Harry's slow breathing above me knowing he'd fallen asleep.

I quietly creep out of bed to shut off the little lamp illuminating the room; not knowing whether he was a light or heavy sleeper, but not taking any chances.

However, just as I reach the lamp, before I could even touch the switch, my phone goes off on the dresser I left to recharge. I stupidly hush it (as if it would listen) as I scurry towards it and stop the noise filling the room in hopes I didn't wake Harry.

With my phone clutched tightly against my chest, I wait for any sign of Harry waking up. And sigh when I hear nothing and resume to check my phone to see what had caused it to go off.

Seeing that it was only my mom sending me a paragraph about how I should call her in the morning, wondering if I'd settled in and how it is so far along with a goodnight text.

It wasn't until there was a sudden cough that I jumped and immediately froze in place when I hear, "Uh, Ray?"

"Yes?" I whisper wearily, still not turning back to face Harry. I probably look frightened and rather ridiculous with my shoulders shrugged up.

"Your, um- Your shorts are riding up..." He says and my hand reflexively goes to slap my own rear to cover it. Though when I do, it feels normal. I don't feel it riding up, I probably would've felt it all up in there by now.

I remove my hand, craning my neck to get a glimpse down my backside when I say, "No, it's not."

"Are you sure?" He asks, and when I look up, I notice he's sat up, leaning on one arm for support and looking everywhere but me. "They're just really short, I turned and just, yeah- I saw that and-"

"Harry, they're supposed to look like this," I tell him, fully turning to him with a hand on my hip, "Well, not supposed to but I haven't had time or money to buy a new pair of shorts. Did you know shorts cost like over thirty bucks in most stores? Even in forever21 and yet they're jeans cost like seven dollars. Ridiculous."

I don't know why I felt the need to tell Harry but he seemed interested when he raised his eyebrows at me with a surprised glance.

"Well," He says, scratching his head and looking away again, "If anything you could, uh- I dunno, borrow... A shirt or... Shorts of mine, or... Yeah, I dunno."

I wanna laugh at his attempt of doing me a favour but I don't. His attempt was, dare I say it, sweet. It was obvious he wasn't one to do nice things for people.

"Nah," I shake my head, "I'll be fine like this."

"Are you sure?" He asks again, and this time I raise a brow at him, "I mean, don't you think that's a little too short and... I dunno, exposing?"

"I mean, I didn't know I was gonna have a boy for a roommate, first of all," I state before I go on, "And I didn't think it'd be a big deal, either; it's not like you find me attractive."

Harry sucks in a breath and nods feebly.

I narrow my eyes at his sudden queasiness and turn, rolling my eyes as I put my phone back to charge and mentally reminding myself to text my mom first thing in the morning.

"Well," I say as I turn to find him lying back onto his bed again, "I'm gonna call it a night," I turn the lamp off and climb into my own bed once more, "Night, Harry."

"Yeah," He replies rather dryly, "...Night, Ray."

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