Breathing the Dead ~ H.S

Chapter Twenty-Six

A/N: Yes guys, I'm still alive! I was just on a holiday for two weeks :p 

Sooo this chapter is short, and also boring :P but it's also really important so please bear with it <3 

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: BREAKTHROUGH

"Laura," I heard a voice echo in my ears, "Laaauuraaa..."

"Wha...huh..?" My eyes fluttered open to slits – making me grimace as the sharp daylight pierced through my eyelids.

"Laura. Look at me, baby," the voice said again.

"...Harry?" I tried to open my eyes a bit more, but I yelped as something bright flashed right into my face making me slap my hands over my eyes and groan, "ugh...what the fuck..?"

"Perfect," I heard Harry humming happily to himself.

After I dared myself to open my eyes once again, my vision finally focused on the naked Harry straddling my previously sleeping form, holding an object in his hands with a smile on his face. After staring at it long enough, I realised it was that old Canon camera he'd found on our first scavenge together.

"What the hell are you doing?" I sat up immediately, "Did you just take a picture of me?!"

"Maybe," he smirked at me, "don't worry, love. You look beautiful,"

"Bullshit!" I reached out and tried to snatch the camera from him, but he held it out of my way with a broad grin, "Let me see!"

"What do you say?" He cocked an eyebrow at me.

"Please?" I looked up at him with puppy dog eyes.

"Good girl," he chuckled and dropped the camera onto my lap, "knock yourself out,"

I took the camera and reviewed the photo – grimacing as the snapshot came onto the screen. My hair was disastrously sprawled out in a tangled mess across the pillow, my eyebrows were knitted together in a tired frown and my mouth was open ever so slightly.

Gross!

"Eeww!" I made a face and tossed the camera back onto the bedsheets, "That's gross! Morning-after-sex hair is not a good look on me!"

"What are you talking about?" Harry took the camera back, "You look gorgeous. Morning-after-sex hair looks hot on you," he winked at me.

"Shut up," I swatted his arm, "delete that!"

"No way," He objected immediately, "it's the first photo I've taken with my new camera – I'm not deleting it for anything,"

"Firstly, it's not a new camera. You found it on the sidewalk. And secondly, you'd be way better off with any other photo. Even a photo of a pile of Sid's shit would be prettier than this,"

"Oh, don't be ridiculous," Harry waved his hand at me dismissively, "it's a stunning photo – and I'm keeping it,"

I looked at him in total disbelief. "OK, are you sure you don't need glasses or something? 'Cause that photo is anything but stunning,"

"Says you," he rolled his eyes.

I was determined to change the subject.

"You do realise you still need to put some clothes on, right?" I cocked an eyebrow at him and smiled.

He shrugged. "Sometimes it's good to be free," he smirked at me and chuckled.

"Yes, but sometimes, people have a group of people to boss around, which is not a job they can do naked," I chucked his boxers at him, "especially when there's a nine-year-old around,"