Clueless (H.S)

Chapter 5: Restaurant

June 3, 2012

Delilah's P.O.V

I wake up to the blinding light coming from the window. I feel my hands and face because it's sticky. Great...I drooled. But something doesn't seem right. I feel like something is missing. I look to my side to see that someone I was expecting to see there, is missing. I get up to look around. I walk up to the bathroom door and I hear the shower running. I sigh loudly and listen closely. I don't only hear the shower running, but I hear the voice of an angle. Wow Harry can really sing. I've never really heard music with words because all my mom lets me listen to is classical. But this is exactly how I imagined it. I hear the shower stop and the door open shortly after. He open the door so quick that I didn't have a chance to move. So I run quickly to the bed and act like I am asleep.

"Where you listening to me shower?" He says in an amused tone. I just fake snore and act like I can't hear.

"Your not very good at fake sleeping either." He laughs. I feel the bed shift down because of his weight. He sighs loudly and I peek threw my eyelids. He looks at me and smiles. Wow, his skin shines with water covering it. It's like you threw pinches of glitter on him. I blink when I find myself staring.

"See I knew you weren't asleep."  He laughed. I find myself laughing too, and we both go in a fit of laughter.

"Yah know I never laughed like that ever since-" he trails off. Wait...ever since what?

"Ever since what" I ask slowly. What happened to him? He seems a little sad now.

"Are you ok? Did I say something?" I ask a little too quickly. I know I didn't say anything but I hate it when he's sad.

"No, no you fine it's just, something else, umm how about we go get breakfast? My treat." He says with a fake smile. Wow our mood shifted dramatically.

"Umm sure I guess." I say slowly. I feel bad for making him pay for me , but I don't feel like fighting right now.

"Come on then, get dressed." He says getting up and walking to the bathroom with his clothes. I sigh loudly and grab my clothes. I quickly take his shirt off. Right when I do that he walks out of the bathroom.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I just needed my belt" he says covering his eyes. He removes his hands from his eyes and just stares at me. Wow manners much.

"Umm can, can I help you?"  I ask annoyingly. He's not even trying to hid it anymore. I don't know why this isn't making me as mad as it's probably supposed to. I'm actually kind of flattered.

"Um, no, no sorry I was just, yah, umm, let me get my belt." He stutters nervously. Walking behind me. I just roll my eyes as he looks at me again. He also manages to make me blush.

"Well I'd like to finish getting dressed now please." I say quietly. He blinks a couple times then turns around. He is so weird sometimes. After about 5 minutes I finish getting ready.

"Are you done?" I hear him call shortly after.

"Yah, your good." I call back. He slowly opens the door and walks out. He is wearing the same clothes as yesterday but his hair is a darker shade of brown because it's wet. Some pieces of hair sticks to his neck and forehead.

"Take a picture it would last longer." He says confidently, with his back facing me.

"A picture?" I ask curiously. My mom has never talked about that.

"Wait...you don't know what a picture is?! Ok something's up! How about we go to get some breakfast and you can explain to me why you don't know most of the stuff normal people do."  I sigh and look down. I trust his somewhat, so I can tell him something's.