Apologies

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

(A/N)-- Hey guys sorry about the late update, finals this week. Anyone else wanna jump off a cliff? Cause I am pretty sure i've failed 2 out of the 2 tests I took this week. Ugh, and here I was thinking my grades were so good all quater. Gues thats where the cookie crumbles, or whatever that saying says, ugh. Anyone else taking finals? Or regents (thats what they are called in NY) , or big tests from where you are from? Tell me about it in the comments! We can vent together!! It will be like a therapy session and God knows I need a shrink :P Vote, comment, and fan.

Love you guys, Shannon XXOOXXOO

I pushed Harry's arm down from around my shoulder, lightly trying not to wake him. I check my phone, seeing that it was eight in the morning. I never really got up early, maybe it was anxiety. Harry had made a strong point last night, I had to apologize. I pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and changed quickly, scared Harry would roll out of his sleep. When I walked past the bed to get to the kitchen, I saw how cute he looked when he was asleep. His curls fell lightly on his forehead. He held the blanket close to his chest, and his face was laying lightly on the pillow. 

"You know staring at people whilst they sleep is quite odd." My eyes went wide and I picked up the pillow at the end of the bed and threw it at him lightly. 

"You were up? You better not of seen me changing Styles or I swear to God-"

"Don't worry baby, I didn't see anything." I sighed in relief. "I only peaked once." He said, a smirk falling on his lips, his eyes still closed as he pulled the covers up to hide his face. My cheeks went red and I hit his leg. 

"I hate you." I muttered sarcastically as I walked into the kitchen. 

"You don't mean that!" He called out with a laugh playing on his tone. I pulled out some cereal and poured it in a bowl. I didn't bother to get milk for two reasons. One, I wasn't really sure if I had any, and Two I was focused on other things. I had this familiar feeling that I used to get when I was younger. Whenever I had to apologize, or state what I had done wrong, I got a sense of butterflies in my stomach, but not a good kind. In my head all that would go on would be the repetition of what I was going to say. What would be the best way to get my message across? What words could I use?Am I trying to sound sincere? It was like the making of a film production all in my mind and in my mind alone, which was a lot for me to deal with. Next would be the sense of lament. The regret and grief would make me light headed, or even nauseous! It was like getting the flu, but the worst part of it all. Knowing that I did it to myself. I could of avoided this feeling if I just hadn't been so stupid, or if I just hadn't embarrassed myself, or whatever the reasoning for thinking this way that day. "You ok babe?" My eyes shot up looking at Harry's questioning face. I felt around the bowl, realizing I had eaten all the cereal while going on and on in my crazy head. 

"Oh yeah, sorry. I was in deep thought." I replied laughing, trying to make light of the situation. "So what are we up to today?" I questioned, wanting to get my mind off Elliot. 

"Well, I figured we could just walk about town." He said as he cheerfully came to kiss my  cheek good morning. 

"Can we go to the market? I have like zero food."

"Yeah of course we can go, but why don't you have any food? What about Kate? She doesn't go shopping?"

"Well, you see she's been with this new guy, so I haven't asked." Harry smiled and nodded. 

"Sounds like separation from your best friend." He said, sounding concerned. "Your not upset over it, are you?" I smiled, my heart warmed at his caring.