Shattered - H.S. |on hold|

four. [Belle POV]

“Where am I.”

I woke up due the amount of light in the room, this wasn't my room at all, but probably Cleo's. When I opened my eyes I noticed it was an actual bed I was in, and not some simple matresses acros the floor. My head was pounding as I fluttered my eyes open, adjusting to the light. I couldn't remember much of yesterday. Their was basicly a gap between me running off from creepy guys until this very moment. My eyes landed on my body, which was dressed in an oversized shirt and just my underwear.

Maybe I didn't want to know where I was and what I had done last night.

That was when I felt the eyes on me, my body. I wasn't alone in this room and I didn't feel comfortable at all. With the sheets pulling back over my body to cover it I looked up, straight into those pitying eyes I didn't expect to look at me. I was at the new guy's house, in his clothes in his bed.

“Wh-What?” What else was left to discover.

“Look you passed out yesterday and there was nobody around you except some horny guys so I took you home. If it makes you feel better, nothing happened. You puked out your guts and before I knew it you were dressed in my shirt sleeping in my bed. I slept at the sofa.” He snapped and returned to the probably living room.

I didn't understand him. How had he been so nice and gentle to take me home yesterday, yet now he seemed like he didn't want to talk to me? Like he was back to his rude self. I didn't understand him at all.

I tried to get my head over this. To be honest, him helping me kind of warmed my heart, since I didn't expect it from him. I always expected Cleo or Scott to find me passed out on the dancefloor, but not the guy I had seen only three times. Let alone he helping me.

I tried to retrieve my clothes and purse. I wanted to go home and take a long shower because I felt soiled. Just because I was between his sheets the entire night, and probably because I never hand been this drunk, never in my life had I passed out.

I threw his shirt off my body and shivered into my dress. That's when I noticed the strong smell that had left my body so I picked up the shirt again. It was silmply black, yet there was something about it. It was how the shirt fitted me perfectly. How I liked his smell on me.

Maybe the new guy wasn't as rude as I expected him to be.

I got snapped out of my thoughts by a toddler crying, Lux. I heard Harry curse between her cries, surely not knowing how to silent her. I dropped the shirt and rushed to the place where the crying came from and without thinking I picked a crying Lux from the nervous guy.

Lux reacted perfectly to my soothing method and soon I found her giggling again, making me giggle along. She intertwined her small fingers with the edges of my short messy hair, pulling playfully at them before pressing a messy kiss onto my cheeck.

When Lux had been at childcare I spent the most time with her and Ashton. It's a fact that some toddlers get close to adults pretty fast, but I never knew about them remembering them that well. It was clear how Harry was shocked by Lux reacting to me that well. Lux was a loud baby, but you just have to know how to handle her and for some reason I knew, Harry didn't.

“Thank you for calming her.” I was quite surprised with the way he said it. It was gentle, not rude. He spoke it slowly and his voice was low, just like the first time we met in the hallways. I glared at him, but kept silent, causing him to curl up his lips. Was that a smile?

Now that I focused, and now his permanent frown was gone, I noticed how pretty this boy actually was. How sparky his green eyes were and how his dimples popped up slightly when he laughed. The way his curls were tossed back, but were going wild at the sides. He was beautiful, dangerously beautiful.

I shook my head from my thoughts and placed Lux onto the cough. “Thank you for you know, I mean you know. Yesterday. ” My eyes drifted off to the door, than back to Lux. “I really should be going uhm oh and Childcare.”

He quirked his eyebrow up, mentioning for me to continue my sentence I guess.

“It isn't open at night. You have to pick her up before 9 next time.” I spoke nervously. I wasn't able to face his and get mesmerized in his beauty again. I find it weird, how we were having a conversation. I wasn't the type of girl that should be around him, and he wasn't the type of guy that should hang around me. We were polar opposites and above that I had been advised to stay away from him. I wasn't comfortable about guys, any type of guys. Let alone the bad ass guys.

I shot him one small smile before grabbing my purse and heading of to the door before I got a panic attack, like I got yesterday when those unknown guys watched over me.

I wasn't the type of girl that got attracted to any kind of guy pretty fast, but to him it was different. I had the need to be close to him, yet to stay away. I was relieved when I finally exited the door, creating a shield between us two. But maybe I'm dissapointed to, maybe I wanted him to ask for me to stay.

Just a little bit longer.  

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THIS IS A SHORT PART BUT DO NOW WORRY. I wrote the entireeee part again in Harry POV because I wanted you to know his thoughts to in this part. I will update it later yayay! Hope you like this one already, I prefer Harry's POV in this part to be honest hehe