The next morning I wake up before Harry, which doesn't surprise me due to the amount of alcohol he consumed last night, and it's only eight thirty in the morning, my room mate has already left which surprises me even further as she probably drank twice as much as Harry.
I get up silently to make my way to my tiny bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. Once I step in the shower all the confusing thoughts I have about Harry just seem to wash away like the water running off my body, the shower gives me peace, solitude I guess. It's the place where I either think of everything or nothing at all, and luckily today it was nothing at all. I quickly wash my hair and body and then step out of the shower, I head over to the mirror and apply my makeup, a thin layer of foundation, mascara and, of course, my attempt my eyebrows. I step out of the bathroom with my hair still wet and only my small towel wrapped around me, although once I turn around from closing the bathroom door I wish I had more on me as I see Harry standing fully awake, with my bed made.
'I should...sorry...shit' I stutter out as I try to explain my attire but can't quite concentrate as Harry's eyes hungrily move up and down my body, however, at the sound of my voice his head shoots up and he knows he has been caught in the act.
'Wow...I mean...fuck...wow,' Harry stutters out embarrassed as me, I let out a giggle at his words and his normal smile returns, causing mine to grow larger at seeing Harry happy again. 'I mean, thanks for letting me stay, I was pretty pissed last night.' He states whilst awkwardly scratching the Back of his neck and also managing to show off his biceps in the process.
Fuck, this boy is amazing.
'Anytime, sorry if I woke you up with the shower,' I apologise, as I say this Harry's eyes lower from my own for a brief second before returning to look at my face.
'Oh no, you didn't wake me up, don't worry, Lou called wondering why I wasn't at home last night. Bed must have been cold or something,' he laughs at his last sentence and shakes his head fondly at the thought.
'Ahh yes, I forgot you two shared, I hope he doesn't get jealous.' I joke.
Harry smiles at me but it doesn't reach his eyes, as he makes his way to the door, just before he leaves he turns and says,'you are the only person I have shared a bed with except for Louis actually' Harry replies with the same look and tone as his drunken self last night, however, now sober, he quickly realises his visage has slipped and covers his face with a fake smile and begins to walk down the hall, just before he turns the cover he shouts over his shoulder,'see you at work, pretty girl.'
The way Harry was acting this morning made me really think, what if what I thought as the 'normal Harry' wasn't really the normal one at all but all a front, the words he spoke last night and this morning seemed so raw and true I can't see how anyone could fake it, but happy-go-lucky Harry that could be all an act.
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'I'm telling you guys, there is more to him, and I want to find out.' I tell my two best friends Mollie and Rachel over a latte in the campus coffee shop. 'I mean what he was saying was pretty deep right?' I question begining to wonder if I am taking this too seriously as I register the girls faces infront of me.
'Yeah it was deep,' Mollie replies, 'but I'm just thinking maybe if he has this whole act thing perfected it might mean that he has no plans on telling anyone whats up with him anytime soon, you know?' Mollie replies, she always manages to make me see things from another point of view and it has got me out of alot of trouble more than a few times.
'Yeah I see where you are coming from molls,' Rachel counter replies, 'but if it were me, I would want to be found out sooner rather than later, I mean pretending to be someone you're not has bound to be lonely as fuck.' Rachel replies bluntly but truthfully.
