Sorrow |hs|

II

I woke up to the sound of someone coming up the stairs. I could hear them entering my bedroom. The footsteps got louder as they entered the guest room I was currently in.

"Eva, why is that boy in your room?", my mum asked, standing at the door.

I rubbed my eyes and sat up in the bed. "He fell asleep in there, so I just came in here", I told her. She shook her head.

"Your father doesn't think it's a good idea if he stays here", my mum spoke.

"I don't know why you think he's such a burden", I told her.

"I never said that, Eva".

"Just give him a few more days. I'll help him find a job and he can stay at a motel or something until he gets enough money for a doublewide or something".

She nodded and sighed. "A couple more days, Eva. Then he's out!".

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "Okay", I said aggravated.

"I have to get to work. I'll see you later", she left the room, going down the stairs, out the door.

I got out of the bed and headed towards the bathroom, deciding I needed to shower.

Minutes later, I turned off the warm water, putting a towel on my head and around my body, brushing my teeth quickly, so Harry wouldn't wonder where I had gone to.

I stepped out of the guest bedroom, looking both ways before heading toward my room, hoping Harry wouldn't be in there so I could find clothes.

As I entered the room, Harry happened to be there, fast asleep. I smiled and slowly went to the drawers that held my bras and underwear. I picked out one of each, looking behind me to make sure Harry was still in a deep sleep. He was. I then picked out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. I didn't want to take the chance of changing in here, so I exited the bedroom, going towards the guest room.

After I had changed, I went back to my room to see Harry had his eyes opened, staring at the ceiling. He looked at me as I entered the room with a smile.

"Hey", I said.

"Hey", he said softly, but deeply. "That was probably the best sleep I had in a very long time".

I smiled once again. "Then I'm glad you slept in here because that guest rooms mattress felt like a rock" I laughed.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take your bedro-" I interrupted him.

"Harry, it's okay. I'm glad you had a good sleep. Hungry?",

He shook his head. "Thanks though".

"When was the last time you ate?", I asked him quietly.

"I always eat. Don't worry about me. I'm just not very hungry in the mornings". I somehow knew that was probably a lie. He did look very thin.

"Oh okay. Wanna come down stairs?", I asked. He nodded and sat up in the bed. I then noticed he didn't have a shirt on. I also noticed he had tattoos. A lot of them. I continued staring at his chest.

"Oh, must've taken my shirt off in the middle of the night", he spoke as he watched me look at his tattoos.

"Do they have meanings?", I asked, looking up at him.

"Some do. Some don't", he said simply. I nodded and stood up from the bed that I was currently sitting on.

"Eva".

I turned around as I heard his voice.

"I never got to um . . . thank you".

"You don't need to thank me, Harry", I told him. He nodded.