Trust Again

Chapter 17

Millie's POV:

As I woke up the next morning I opened my eyes to see that I was laying on Harrys chest, he had his arms around me and was still asleep. I tried to get up but his hands didn't move, so I was forced to lay on his chest. I lifted my head to watch him sleeping, he looked so calm, so peaceful. His mouth was slightly open and his curls were even messier than they used to be. I gazed at him as he suddenly began to move his hands and opened his eyes.

“What are you starring at?” He asked his voice thick of sleep, with his eyes half open and a smirk played along his lips.

“Nothing” I mumbled and quickly looked away.

He opened his arms and released me, so I could get up. I went straight to the bathroom to get myself ready. I didn't want to let Harry see how weird I looked when I woke up. I quickly combed my hair and washed my face. Putting light make-up on as I went back into my room to get my clothes.

Harry was already sitting on my bed in his black jeans, the leather jacket laid beside him. He flicked his curls, rubbed through his hair with his fingers and pushed them back. I laughed silently, he looked so adorable while doing that.

After I decided what to wear, I quickly disappeared into the bathroom to change and as I entered my room moments after, Harry was still sitting on the bed, he held his head with one hand while he typed something on his phone with the other hand. He didn't look up when I entered the room, even after I cleared my throat he didn't stop typing.

“I'll be downstairs in the kitchen” I said and rushed out of the room.

I actually didn't know what to think. I just slept in the same bed as Harry, he slept in my bed, in my house. My heart began to race as I thought about what could have happened. He didn't look like the guy who would just sleep with a girl in the same bed, he actually looked like the guy who would sleep with the girl. I quickly pushed the thoughts away and started to grab me some breakfast. Quickly taking a sip of my orange juice, I put some cereals on the table and opened the fridge to get the milk. I sat down at the kitchen table, as I heard footsteps on the stair. I looked up to meet Harrys eyes. He looked confused as he came towards me.

“I..uhm..I..” he started and scratched his neck with his hand while looking at me. “I think I should leave now.”

“Do you want to eat breakfast first?” I asked him, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice.

He shook his head “No thank you, I should really go now.” he didn't move, still looking at me with his bright green eyes which made my heart race.

“Oh okay” I nodded and stood up, walking towards him.

He turned around walking down the hall to the front door and I walked behind him. He unlocked the door, walking outside as he turned around.

My chest tightened as I saw him leaving my house, I had the strange feeling of missing him whenever he left me. His eyes were still on my body and I cleared my throat as he stood there watching me, his black jacket over his shoulder, covering the black tattoos on his arm.

“Thanks Harry” I whispered and looked on the ground.

“There is nothing you have to be thankful for” he told me taking a step towards me and grabbing my arms with his big hands. “I promised to keep you safe, Millie”

I didn't move. I felt his fingers on my chin as he lifted my head up, so that I had to look into his piercing eyes. I stared at him as I felt the urge to hug him and as if he could read my mind he pulled me into a tight hug. I had buried my face into his chest and his hands found their way to my face as he pulled away, looking me even deeper into the eyes than before.