Light Me Up [H.S]

6

I was more than ready to leave the next morning. I had big, black holes in my memory from the night before, and I wasn't really sure I wanted to know what those black holes were hiding. After a long shower, I slipped into my high-waisted denim shorts and a Hey Violet t-shirt that I tied a knot on, so my midriff was exposed. I looked myself in the eyes in the mirror for a while, assuring myself that no matter what had happened last night, I could look myself in the eyes and know I hadn't done something inappropriate. 

I packed my suitcase and brought it downstairs with me. I left it in the hall by the door, before I went into the kitchen to have some breakfast. The place was spotless. Not a red plastic cup, cigarette bud or empty bottle in sight. I looked around, very surprised that everything was restored to perfection. 

Paulo and Leona both greeted me good morning and handed me a plate, so I could pick whatever I wanted to eat from the things they had prepared. It was like being in a hotel, the breakfast buffet being my favourite part. I filled the plate with more food than I would be able to finish and picked up a nice, large glass of orange juice, before I went to eat on the patio with the sun on my face.

I sat down in peace and quiet and ate slowly. My mind was so preoccupied I didn't notice him sitting down at the table at first. But when he cleared his throat and said good morning, I looked up to see Harry sitting there. 

"Oh! Good morning," I said and looked back at my plate, shyly. 

"Did you sleep well?" He asked, and I looked around nervously, not sure if he was actually talking to me. 

"Me?" I pointed to myself. He looked amused as he nodded. "Mm-hmm, I slept okay," I lied and wondered if I should ask how he had slept, or if that would scare him away from the table all together. My eyes fell to his hand that was bruised. "Does it hurt?" I asked not quick enough to stop myself.

His mouth twitched into a small smile, as he looked down at his fist. "It's not bad," he said and looked at me. 

"Good," I said in a small voice, making me clear my throat. "I don't remember much, but I know I should thank you." 

"It was nothing," he said and looked back down at his plate, moving his food around. Silence took over again and I found myself hoping that Alli and Morgan would be down soon, so we could get going. I was at my choking point when it came to awkward silence and brooding masculinity. 

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