Photography (HS)

Chapter 21

Chapter 21
Harry's pov

Briony shuffled her way out of her room around twenty minutes after I left her. I don't know what made her wake up because when I went in her room to grab my clothes after I had showered, she was flat out. I actually thought she was dead at one point.

"Morning beautiful." I said to her as she slummed herself down in the chair opposite me at her kitchen table. There was a bowl of fruit and yogurt in front of her, along with a glass of orange juice. I couldn't really find anything to make except fruit and yogurt so I just chucked it all in a bowl and called it a day. I tried some of it myself and it tasted pretty good.

She had put on the clothes she had on before we had sex and tied her hair up into a messy bun. I couldn't stop staring at her, she really is a fucking good looking girl. I don't understand how she doesn't see it.

"What's the time?" She asked while spoon feeding herself the yogurt concoction. She really isn't a morning person unlike myself.

"Eight thirty." I replied.

She quickly shot up from the kitchen table and ran out if the room. I'm guessing this wasn't enough time for her get ready. Our first class was at nine and it doesn't take long to drive to collage from this apartment.

I heard the bathroom door slam and the shower turn on. I laughed to myself knowing she probably ran around her bedroom gathering her shit together.

I was just sat on my phone staring at the messages from my father. The majority of them were asking where I was or who I was with but there were a couple saying how much of a disappointment I was.

I shook my head and shoved my phone into my back pocket. I picked up my plates and glasses from the table and took them over to the sink to clean them. I left Bri's incase she wanted to eat and drink once she came out of the shower.

After I finished up in the kitchen I went into the living room and put on the tv. The only things playing were crappy soap operas, it's too early for anything interesting to be on. A little while later Briony came out of the bathroom in a fresh set of clothes and a towel wrapped around her head. She was wearing a pair of blue baggy jeans and a white T-shirt. She smiled as she walked past me into her bedroom. I could see that her T-shirt was tucked under her bra strap revelling her back. Only an hour ago my hands were wrapped around her.

I followed her into her bedroom. She had taken a seat at her dresser and was brushing her hair. I collapsed on the bed behind her. I was looking at her face in the mirror. She had moved on from brushing her hair to putting some shit on her eyelashes. Her face was up close to the mirror and her mouth was slightly open while she was coating her eyelashes in black stuff. Once she caught on that I was staring at her, her cheeks went red and she giggled while shaking her head. "Stop staring at me."

"I can't help it." I said to her sitting up from my slouch. I ran my fingers through my hair while Bri continued to put makeup on her face. She started dabbing a bright pink sponge on her face under her eyes. "And besides we need to leave in like three minutes."

"What?!" She jumped up from her chair and ran to her wardrobe. She pulled out a pair of white sneakers and stuffed her feet into them. She was really struggling, her face was all scrunched up and she kept stomping on the floor. I stayed sat down laughing under my breath.

Once her feet were in her shoes she ran back over to her dresser opening a draw and pulling out two hair bands and sliding them on her wrist. Her wet hair was still slapping around on her back, she must feel so uncomfortable right now. I know I hate it when my wet hair touches my clothed back.