Where Do Broken Hearts Go? | Unexpected Series Book One

Chapter 13: Promises and Confessions

A/N: I wrote this in 35 degree heat whilst camping so I hope it sounds okay guys! xo

Beth's POV

A low voice talking filters through to my sub-conscious as I sleep, gently waking me although I would much rather keep sleeping.

Did I fall asleep with the television on?

Maybe if I ignore it, it will go away and let me sleep again.

The pillow is warm as I hug it close to me and I nuzzle my face into it.

I try and pull the pillow closer but the damn thing doesn't seem to want to move.

I'm more awake now and aware that the voice has stopped.

I'm also aware that my pillow doesn't seem as soft against my skin as it should be.

I reluctantly open my eyes to find that I am not snuggling into my pillow, but my nose is in fact rubbing against the side of Harry's thigh.

And my arm is across the tops of them as I cuddle them.

I've got my face in Harry's thigh.

Oh fuck my life.

I move my head slightly and look up to find Harry looking down at me, a smirk on his face.

"Comfy?" he asks me.

Well, yes actually.

I let go of Harry and pull away from him, burying my face into the pillow I'm supposed to be sleeping on.

Dear god, I think, why are you punishing me so?

I feel the bed shake as Harry silently laughs beside me.

"Stop it!" my muffled voice comes from the pillow.

"I can't help it, I was enjoying the cuddle," he quips.

And my mortification level goes even higher than I could ever possibly imagine.

Mate, I will kick you off this bed.

"Do you want something to eat?" Harry asks me.

I shake my head and turn slightly so I can peek at him.

"Hey," he says.

I groan in embarrassment as I hide my face again.

"You should get some food into your stomach love," he suggests, "you haven't eaten since last night."

I turn my head to the side to look at him again.

Well, not actually Harry, but I train my gaze onto a very interesting spot on the wall behind him so I don't have to look at him.

"Sometimes I can't keep anything down, even when I feel hungry at this stage," I admit.

"Well, I did order pizza for the kids," Harry says, "I do believe there was talk of ice cream for dinner again," he smiles.

And I couldn't help but smile back.

"They would have been emotionally torn I'm sure," I say, "you stop them from the ice cream but deliver them pizza."

"I was revered like a god," he says as he sticks his nose playfully in the air, "I may or may not have received kisses from Chloe."

"Traitor!' I say with pretend shock, "have you replaced Niall as her favourite?"