Alone

Chapter 13

My eyes opened and closed, adjusting to the light.

I spread my toes apart, stretching as I shuffled over onto my side. My neck ached, probably due to sleeping on Harry's cramped couch. Harry. I sat up, a wave of nausea passing over me. But I ignored it. My feet carried me silently down the hallway, peeking into his bedroom. Upon seeing an empty bed, I carried on to the bathroom, nudging open the door.

I gasped loudly, my hand clutching the doorway as I eyeballed Harry. All of Harry. Particularly one unclothed spot. My eyes widened and I froze, unable to think straight in the least.

"I...er-" Harry stuttered. Placing two large hands in front of his...front. His eyes met mine, quickly following my line of vision and realizing where I was staring. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, a devilish smirk possessing his face. "You know, it'll last longer if you take a picture." He sneered, all too happy with himself.

My mouth hung open, stuttering as I came to my senses; prying my eyes away and meeting his for the first time. "I...I...ehm..." I felt my cheeks burn, turning a hot shade of pink.

"S-Sorry." I muttered, closing the door.

I buried my face in my hands, speed-walking away from the bathroom and planting myself firmly on the couch. This is what I hate about not having a car. If I had a car, I'd have been out the door by now. My cheeks continued to burn in embarrassment.

"You lingered." A deep chuckle mentioned behind me, making me jump to my feet.

"I did not." I snapped.

"Did too."

I began to object, but he cut me off, turning his back and stepping into the kitchen. My bare feet followed behind him, peering through the doorway as I watched Harry remove a black frying pan from its cupboard. "Get us some eggs, will you?"

I turned to the large fridge, pulling open the door and searching its entirety. After deciding there were no eggs, I turned to Harry. "Top shelf." He smirked, obviously entertained.

I blushed, glancing up to the top shelf where I'd looked directly past the carton of eggs. I set it on the table, lifting a small egg into the palm of my hand. My fingers slid over its smooth surface before placing it back with the others. "Can I use your shower?"

Harry nodded as he cracked several eggs into the sizzling pan. "Mhm."

I turned, stepping into the hallway before his voice called out once more.

"And don't worry, you won't catch me lingering if I walk in on you." His smug tone teased.

"I didn't linger!" I squealed, shutting the bathroom door behind me; making sure I had locked it. I turned on the hot water, pulling Harry's white tee over my head and letting the sweats drop to the floor. My toes stuck to the shower floor as I stepped under the hot stream of water. It trickled down my back, sending chills up my spine before my entire body felt warm and numb. I rinsed my hair and grabbed a bar of soap, scrubbing my arms and legs. Only then did my attention turn to my swollen belly which stuck out slightly from the rest of my body. I leaned back slightly, the corners of my mouth twitching up into a soft smile; my belly completely concealed my toes. The bar of foaming soap in my hand founds its way up to my belly; rubbing in small circles and it massaged the smooth skin.

Before long I had broken out of my little trance, my mind returning to the real world. The bar of soap was set down as the water rinsed the small bubbles from my belly. The water was shut off as I pulled a towel around my dripping body. I stepped onto the soft rug outside the shower, only to realize that I didn't have any clean clothes. I paced back and forth for a moment before stepping up to the wooden door. "Harry?" No answer.