My Tourmaline

Chapter Nine

We wriggled a lot throughout the night. At some points, I was SO hot, but I couldn't bring myself to move his elegantly placed arms off of me, so I dealt with it and nodded off again. I woke up so many times, I felt ridiculously tired this morning. I turned myself round, to see Harry sprawled across the bed, clutching onto one of his chains, his bare chest rising and falling steadily. He looked so at peace, I couldn't believe that I was lying with a guy who had only walked in the shop a few days ago.

"Enjoying the view?" His husky voice piped up, his eyes slowly opening as a grin spread across his face.

"Um...."

"You look beautiful this morning."

Harry bit his lip, cutting my sentence short. My stomach flipped at the word "beautiful" and I felt my cheeks fill a soft crimson colour.

"Youre cute when you blush. You do it a lot actually."

"I know... I used to be known for it at school."

We stayed in silence for a minute, but it wasn't awkward.

"Hey, isnt this a bit wierd? I'm in your bed, and we've not even known each other a week."

I couldn't help but ask... It did seem a little wierd, didn't it? I could tell you close to nothing about the guy who I had just shared a bed with..

"Hmmm... Breakfast?" He leapt up, putting on his fluffy navy dressing gown which hung on the back of his bedroom door.

"Um... Okay?"

He still hadn't answered my question, and I realised he may be more mysterious then I was first led to believe.

I got up, walking across to the spare room. I couldn't find my bags, and realised they were probably still by the entrance where Harry chucked them last night. I actually forgot that happened, oops.

Picking them up, I walked back over to the spare room, and opened one up, rummaging around to find my dressing gown. It was really crumpled as it was old, but my mum gave it to me, and was a real comfort for whenever I needed it. It still smelt a little like her, I never washed it. Putting it on, along with a pair of fluffy bed socks, I walked out into the kitchen where Harry stood, opening cupboards and filling the kettle up with water.

"What do you fancy?" He asked, not making any eye contact but continuing to rustle and bustle about the kitchen.

"Whatever is easy." I smiled, perching myself on the breakfast bar stool, giving me a closer view of Harry's movement.

"Surprise me."

I was actually starving, my tummy was rumbling pretty fiercely. I hope he didn't hear. I decided to ask him about whether he found it weird how we were acting like we'd known each other years.....

"You didn't answer my question."

"Maybe another time I will." He replied looking up at me as he knelt down looking into a bottom cupboard.

"But why can't you just answer it now?!"

He slammed shut the cupboard, standing up to his full height.

"Lil! I said another time, trust me okay!"

"Sorry..." I said looking down.

"Shit.. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout at you..."

"...After breakfast, could I go back to my flat?" I asked.

"Lil... I'm sorry... I.."

"Please." I emphasised, cutting off his sentence.

He sighed, sweeping his hair from his face

"Sure." He sighed.

I felt a little bad, but I couldn't cope with him getting angry with me. I was so jumpy, and he was making the situation a lot worse. There was something about him that he wasn't telling me, and I needed to coax it out of him. The only way I was to do this, was to see whether he still bothered with me when I got back to my flat for a few days. I'd soon find out whether he had any care towards me, or if he was just like the others.

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We walked to his car, as he opened the door for me on the passenger side. I hopped up, stuffing my bags in front of my feet.

At breakfast, it was awkward. He didn't say a word, and neither did I. Maybe he wasn't the guy I thought he was after all? The distance which awaited us would only make my heart grow fonder for him, but at least I could find out what we were doing. After a silent and short drive, with only music from the radio breaking the silence, we pulled up outside Summers flat.

I leant forward, kissing Harry on the cheek.

"Thank you for having me." I whispered into his ear, as I jumped down from the car, picking up my bags and shutting the door behind me.

I walked across the road, and I could feel Harry's eyes on me, watching my every move. I wonder what he was thinking? I stepped into the block of flats, making my way up to mine and Summer's. As I approached the door, opening the door with my keys, I stepped inside, sighing as I dumped my bags down. I didn't know what I was going to do with myself for the couple of days.