Silent Treatment {HS} EDITING

Ch. Six

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"Wake up!" I was awoken by a sudden sound and a heavy weight falling on top of me. I groaned at the weight and attempted to push it off of me.

"Go away." I grumbled, shoving the figure that I made out to be a person.

"Make us breakfast." He winded, I peaked over the covers to see Niall staring up at me with wide eyes.

"Make yourself breakfast." I said, burying my face in the pillow.

"I don't know how." Niall frowned, digging his face into my arm.

" Get the cereal, pour-"

"I want eggs and bacon!" He cried like a child.

"Are you still drunk?" I wondered.

"No, but everyone's hungover and we are insanely hungry, so please make us breakfast." He said in a much quieter tone. I usually wouldn't have given up my warm bed for anything, but I couldn't say no knowing that they were all hungover.

"Fine." I huffed, and he smiled in victory before standing up and following me around my room while I grabbed warmer clothes. It was strangely freezing in my room.

" - And then Zayn and Perrie found us and we drank like three shots at the pub! A girl hit on me, and I got her number.-" I zoned him out again. I continued to nod my head every few seconds so remind him that, to his knowledge, I was paying attention.

" Niall, do me a favor." I said, cutting him off in the middle of his sentence. He didn't seem to mind, he just looked at me and nodded his head.

" Will you go set the bacon and eggs out? I'll be down in a minute to start making them." I said with a sigh.

"Sure." He smiled, leaving me in peace. I took this moment of being alone and ran a brush through my hair, cursing when I would hit a knot.

I brushed my teeth and just left my wavy hair down. I was getting used to being around the boys, therefore, I found no reason to always have makeup on or have nice clothes on. I was content with walking out with bed hair and a pair of sweats on.

I decided that while Niall was getting everything ready I would go wake the rest of the boys up. The house was to quite for anyone else to be alive at the moment.

I went next door first, deciding that I would try to get Harry out of bed today and moving. I gently knocked on the door, in case I ran into him naked or something.

No one answered, so I slowly opened the door to see him laying in his bed. Soft snores were coming from his part lips, and one of his bare arms hung over the bed as he was close to falling to the ground. I chuckled lightly before padding over to him, setting my hand on his bare shoulder, shaking him softly.

" Harry." I murmured, I found my hand going to his hair. I gently brushed the curls out of his face, noticing how long his eyelashes were. He began to stir, and I just sat there, moving my hand back to his shoulder.

"Play with my hair more." He mumbled, I was confused but then realized that he must have felt me.

"I'm sorry." I found myself saying.

He looked up, his green eyes looking more blue than ever. "I like when you do that." He said seriously. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked down at him, trying to find any hint of teasing in him.

" I'm making breakfast." Was all I said, now feeling nervous, remembering last night.

" I'm not hungry." He shrugged, turning over on his back.

"You have to be hungry, you didn't eat dinner." I commented.

"Don't worry about me." He shook his head.

"It's hard not to." I shrugged.

"Don't." Was all he said, setting his hand on top of mine.

" Do you want to do something today? Not that I don't love this house, but I'm kinda bored." I sighed.

"Why don't you ask Louis?" He asked, it wasn't a jealous phrase, but he seemed annoyed by my request.

" Because I wanted to hang out with you?" My words came out like a questioned, as I hunched my shoulders.

" What do you want to do?" He questioned.

" I don't know, maybe we could go to the beach, or maybe to the park?" I suggested.

" We can go to the beach." He shrugged.

"Really?" I asked excitedly.

"Sure." He said, sitting up. I developed him in a hug and he was taken back at first, but quickly hugged me back.

" Emily I-" I pulled away from Harry quickly before facing Niall who looked like a mix of confused, sad, and guilty.

"What's wrong?" I asked, ignoring the fact that Niall just saw Harry and I hugging.

" I dropped the eggs, and they all cracked." He said, looking down. I couldn't help but laugh, he was resembling a small child at the moment who just broke something from running in the house.

"I'll be right there." I sighed, standing up from the bed. Niall nodded before dashing down the hall. I was about to walk away when I felt someone grasp my wrist, I turned around and saw Harry.

He pulled me back down and engulfed me into another hug, this time I was taken back at first but allowed another hug.

"Get ready, and come down. I make a pretty great omelet." I chuckled, pulling away from him.