Temporary

Chapter 8

I wake up to soft snores in my ear. I am drenched in sweat due to the lack of an active fan and a 6 foot boy draped across my chest. I untangle our feet and carefully roll him over to the other side. I didn't know how he was going to act this morning and I sure as hell didn't want to be there when he figured out that we slept in the same bed.

I ran into the kitchen and was surprised to see grocery bags full of food. There was a note on the side, "Strike 2. Don't let there be a third. -Curtis" I chuckled and mentally thank him while I begin to whip up the eggs, bacon and sausage.

I just put bread into the toaster when I hear someone shuffling into the kitchen. I turn around and see a very confused, very shirtless Harry staring at me. "Care to explain what the hell I am doing here, Katerina?" He demands.

I try achingly hard to tear my eyes from his tanned and toned torso. "You needed help last night, so you called and I came," I shrug and then look away.

"Why the hell would I call you?" He chuckles.

I laugh. "How am I supposed to know?"

He rolls his eyes and takes a seat at the counter.

"What are we having?" He smirks.

"Eggs, bacon, sausage and toast. I wasn't really sure which you prefer, so I just went with all of it to avoid the argument."

The toast pops up and Harry walks over to retrieve them. "And why would you assume that there would be an argument?" He winks and takes a bite.

"Oh, call it woman's intuition," I snatch the other piece of toast out of his hand and set it on my plate. "Everything is ready, so just take what you like" I tell him as I fill my plate.

We are silent while we eat. I'm not really sure what to say. Is this how we're going to be every day when we move in together? I can't stand this.

"So," Harry interrupts my mild freak out "how's your neck?"

What? I look at him confused.

"Well I can imagine the couch is quite uncomfortable. How is your neck after last night?" He explains.

I hesitate to answer. I almost just go along with it to get it over with, but I'm incredibly curious as to what he said last night. "He warned me about you." That's been bugging me ever since.

"Well, actually," I stammer "you asked me to stay with you." I look up to see hardened green eyes boring into mine.

"And you fucking did? You knew I was drunk, that's a total fucking invasion of privacy Kat!" He's really upset.

"Harry calm down, I wasn't planning on it, but you told me you'd be nice to me today and I really wanted that, so I thought why not?" I try to reason with him. Even as I say it I know that it's no excuse. But he is really freaking out over nothing. "Why are you making this such an issue?"

"I sleep with no one. NO ONE. Is that understood?" Harry threatens.

I look him in the eyes. "You said something to me last night."

He hesitates before answering. "And what would that be, Katerina?"

"You said 'he warned me about you'. What does that mean? And who is he?"

He stares at me for a few seconds before shoving back from the table, grabbing his jacket and exiting my hotel room, slamming the door shut behind him.

What just happened?

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Since Harry left, I started packing the rest of my things to keep my mind busy. If I kept trying to figure out the paradox that is Harry, I would seriously lose it.