Abandoned

Chapter 10 :: I think I'm going to be sick.

Emma

I had been awake for a while now, the pony tail I had in last night lay lose on my shoulder. It was very early in the morning, the sun had just come up about half an hour ago.

I hear loud laughter from the room next to me and try to block it out by listening closer to the strange show that is currently filling the T.V screen.

"Harry stop!" I hear a girls voice yell with laughter, making me roll my eyes. Probably that girl Louis was talking about.

I hear the same loud laughter again and roll my eyes.

Shut up!

 I sigh and turn of the T.V and just plop down backward on the bed, covering my face with a pillow.

"Dammit, shut up!" I practically scream into the pillow. I have had a massive head ache since I woke up, and I've been pleading for it to go away before work.

The laughing and banter don't stop (of fucking course...) so I decide to go and check out what's up.

I wrap my arms around myself, the chilly room that was outside of the covers attacking my skin, making me shiver.

I walk over to the door, not really sure of what I'm going to say to him.. well... them.

Walking out into the hallway and in front of his door, I kind of just stand there for a second, trying to think of what I'm going to say.

Just yell at him you retard! Why do you care so much about what you're going to say?

I don't have the answer for this question, but the thought of it knocks some sense into me.

I was going to knock, when I heard even more racket from past the door.

Rolling my eyes, I knock.

I hear a light laugh growing closer to the door.

Next think I know I'm looking at the tattooed chest of Harry.

It was he who was laughing, but once he sees me he stops.

"What do you want." He puts one arm on the door, and I can see that he obviously likes tattoos.

I can also see that he is very strong. I can see it in his arms when he moves slightly and his chest when he sighs out his words.

I can also see the back of a girl, and a baby.

Whoa, a fucking baby?

My eyes widen.

She wasn't a new born, she looked to be about 2 or 3... maybe 4.

"Hello? Are you just going to stare or are you going to tell me why you're here?" Harry's harsh voice makes me look back up at him.

"Well, it's pretty early and um... I have a headache and the uhh, the noise was bothering me... sorry I'll... I'll leave.." I look down and see that the little girl is wrapped around Harry's leg, looking up at me with big, beautiful eyes. I give her a little smile and then look back up at Harry.

He looks down at her and then at me, his eyes wide.

"Oh um, alright, sorry...." I think he may have continued, but I'm not sure since I was already back in my room before he could have said anything more.

I sit there on the bed, thinking.

Harry is around my age, right? I could only see the back of the girl but she didn't look to be much older then 20.