Tell Me a Lie (A One Direction FanFiction) -DISCONTINUED-

Chapter 18: Cold water

Chapter 18

Harry's POV

I resist the temptation to sneak into my older sister's room. I always wonder about what girls do every morning. For my sake though, I choose not to. Brushing away a curl from my forehead, I trudge quietly into the bathroom and observe my tired figure. Gemma, my sister, arrived last night soon after I had brought Kira to her room. She looked quite surprised, but didn't ask too many questions. Kira on the other hand, stayed up a bit later last night to really have a heart-to-heart talk with my sister. What they were talking about, I will never know.

Thick, minty toothpaste is squeezed out of the almost-empty Colgate tube and splattered on my brush. I dip the end of the brush into water and stick it in my mouth, sliding it back and forth against my teeth. Like every morning, I find it quite difficult to wake up. To be honest, I don't even know what day of the week it is. Maybe Wednesday. Or Thursday.

I tilt the cup to my lips and swish some water in my mouth. For some odd reason I feel like I should be excited today. It's like something extraordinary is going to happen to me. Maybe the cafeteria will surprise us with some pirogues and ice cream. A hefty smile creeps on my face at the thought.

After getting through my ten-minute morning ritual and slipping on a Jack Wills hoodie and jeans, I shuffle to the kitchen downstairs. I told mum last night to get some rest and keep Mrs. Duncan company for the day; I would prepare breakfast. She must be going through a tough time, after loosing her husband and now the house. I toss the bacon strips into the pan and watch them sizzle. I remember watching my own parents divorce when I was about seven. That experience was horrible and heart breaking. It makes me sad knowing that Kira had to go through the same thing and now more. I don't want her to feel sad about anything.

I take the spatula and flip the sizzling strips over, just as a tired figure mopes about on her way down the stairs. Her hair is an absolute mess, and she's not wearing the usual makeup. But she still looks beautiful.

"Morning Kira," I say, trying to mask a smile. I turn back to the stove. "Have a nice sleep?"

"No," she groans. "What are you doing down here?"

I chuckle softly, flashing a quick glance in her direction. "Not awake yet?" I slide the spatula underneath the vibrating strips of glorious bacon and plop them onto a plate. "I'm cooking breakfast,"

"But why are you here?" she remains frozen in place, wide-eyed.

I stop walking, the plate held in my hand and steam engulfing the air. "I just told you. I'm making breakfast,"

A nervous laugh escapes her lips. She walks towards me, her steps dragging against the floor. "This is my house,"

Kira doesn't remember.

"I'm hungry," she declares, pulling out a chair and flopping down in her seat. Her forehead is pressed into the table and her arms held stiffly by her sides.

A moment of silence passes by and I clear my throat quietly. Sticking two fingers under the curve at the top of the chair, I pull it out and sit down silently. "Hi?" No response. Resting my chin on my fist, I ponder for a moment. "I cooked bacon,"

She perks up, her cheek now branded with the pattern of the table. Kira's lips part to say something, but when her eyes scan the room and fall on my face she closes them. Her face falls.

I don't even need to question it; she knows now. Kira's face turns to her empty plate and she begins to pile bacon onto it.

"You okay?" I feel the need to ask.

"Y-" her voice cracks and she clears it quickly. "Yeah I'm fine. Don't worry,"

She doesn't want to talk about it, I can tell. The way her eyes move back and forth urgently gives it all away. I slack my position and nod.