Change|H.S|

Six

Of course the next morning when I woke up, the ground outside was covered with seemingly more snow and my head was pounding lightly. The carpet was cold against my legs before I stood, walking down the hall to the bathroom. The shower turned off, steam billowing out of the doorway.

"It's just me mom, I gotta brush my teeth," I announced closing the door behind me.

"I'm not quite sure it's possible for me to be your mum, love," Harry's voice echoed from behind the shower curtain, his long arm reaching for the towel hanging on the small hook.

"Oh shit," I immediately covered my eyes. "Sorry. Sorry, I'm sorry." I wasn't sure of what else to say. He chuckled and I felt his hand move mine from my face.

"It's okay," he smiled, kissing my forehead. I stood there limply, my eyes scanning his torso and following a bead of water that eventually disappeared into the towel.

"Um, I'm gonna brush my teeth." I turned away from him, leaning against the counter for support as he opened the door, releasing all the steam. And tension.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Good, you?" I took a deep breath, wetting my toothbrush.

"Good considering I was with you." I rolled my eyes with a pasty smile before spitting into the sink.

"Charming. Does that line work on all the girls?" He walked back behind me, still shirtless.

"Only you," he grinned, wrapping his arms around my waist. I stood up a little more straight as I finished, trying to hide my blush. His hands moved to hold my hips and my stomach tensed. I looked at him through the mirror as I pulled my hair into a bun. He took a step to the right, grabbing his phone.

"How are you so beautiful?" A loud laugh came from me and I shook my head at him.

"I'm not. I'm okay," I shrugged.

"Nonsense."

"I'm a strong 4 in the real world, in Wal-Mart thought I'm always a 10."

"You've always been a 10 to me."

"And you're a bitch ass liar."

"I only speak the truth, you know that." He turned me around to face him, kissing  me. Why did he like kissing me so much? I probably wasn't the best he'd ever had, but at least I had brushed my teeth. As the day went on and more playful kissing ensued, I realized I was becoming much more comfortable with Harry.

A lot of things made me nervous about him. Why was he so nice? How the hell did I get so lucky? What were we going to do once we went back to school? I held these burning questions inside, letting them rattle around my brain with my anxiety. More snow came as the sun went down, and my mom informed us that we were officially snowed in around 11:30. My throat felt scratchy as Harry and I talked into the wee hours before I couldn't take it anymore and suggested we get some sleep.

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It was New Year's Eve and of course, I was sick. I'd laid on the couch for the past three days facing the back of it, the pattern of the cushions embedded in my mind. I'd been mostly sleeping and anything I'd eat would come straight back up. Harry was right there with me, helping me up when I needed to go to the bathroom or broke out into a cold sweat. I was cold, hungry, and wanted nothing more than to feel better again. Today was the most I'd been awake. I rolled over onto my right side, Harry's back against the side of the couch and I slowly wrapped my arm around his neck.

"Hi baby," he whispered, turning around to face me. His hand pushed my hair back off my face and I cleared my throat.

"Hi," I managed, my throat dry and my voice sounded like I smoked 5 packs a day.