Its Nothing

Chapter 9

I woke up early the next morning with a pounding headache. I slightly shifted to find Harry's long arms wrapped around my waist. His fingers interlocked. As I gently unlocked his finger I noticed small cuts lining his fingers. I observed them very intently, but could not come to a logical conclusion on why he would have them. Brushing the thought off, I gently lifted his arms off of me as I wiggled out of his grip, good thing he's a heavy sleeper. I placed my feet down gently on the cold wood floor. A shot of pain rapidly raced throughout my body. I picked my foot up quickly.

"Fu-fuck!" I cried, bitting my lip. I had completely forgotten about my foot. I ever so gently placed my foot back on the ground, but this time only the ball of it. I then hobbled out of the room. To my amazement ever little sliver of glass was cleaned. My mind immediately shot to Harry... The cuts... Glass, picked up, cuts... Harry cut up his fingers while picking up the glass, that I shattered. My heart sank a bit at the thought. As I continued to limp through the hall, I made my way to the living room... My shattered computer nowhere in sight. I slowly made my way to the couch, turning on the television. I flipped a numerous of channels before settling on some cheesy soap opera. I checked my phone, to see it was 8:07 AM.

"What the hell am I doing up?" I said aloud. Usually I'm not up for two more hours...

"I'll always love you Dan..."

"Oh shut up!! He just cheated on you!!" I yelled. Damn was I getting into this soap opera. I decided to flip the channel before my argument with the television woke Harry. I decided on some cooking show.

Not long into a cake recipe I heard soft foot steps coming from the hall. I turned to see Harry leaning against the wall. His curls a tangled mess, large dark circles under his eyes. He slowly made his way over to the couch. He sat down and immediately moved over eliminating the space between us. His arm snaked around my waist, and his hot breathe on my neck.

"Gonna bake me a cake?" Harry whispered in my ear. His voice sent chills throughout me.

"You know it," I joked back.

"All this food is making me hungry, breakfast??" He asked.

"I don't really have an appetite." I lied, I was starving, but I feel like if I eat the fans will just make another remark.

"You've been up since... What? Eight and your not the least bit hungry??"

"Pretty much..."

"Well too bad, chief Harry is in the house today," he smirked. He removed himself from me and made his way over to the kitchen. His warmth trailing off my body. He soon began pulling all sorts of pots and bowl and what not from the cupboards, drowning out the T.V. I decided to go on my phone. As I clicked the lock button a picture of Harry and I at the beach appeared. I found myself smiling like an idiot at the picture. That was when I confident enough to wear a bikini. The memories of that night poured into my mind.

I unlocked my phone, and my twitter was pulled up. I immediately hit the home button, seizing the app. I looked at the app, the small white bird mocking me.

You know maybe I should just delete my twitter, I thought to myself. Stop all the hate, block out the fans, rebuild my confidence. Pictures of the rude tweets flashed through my mind. Are they just jealous? What did I do? I'm sorry I'm dating your idol, but you can't possibly blame me for my feelings. Can you? Maybe its just Harry, maybe if we broke up, this wouldnt be happening. He brought them into my life anyway, right? I was brought out of my train of thoughts, by the sound of Harry's voice.

"Piper!!"

"Mhh, yea?"

"Foods done."

"Harry, I told you-"