Lost for You

Chapter 8

Jamies POV:

I wake up slowly the next morning to find my face buried closley under Harrys chin. He's more than just lying next to me. We're facing each other and he has one arm draped across my waist, holding me close to his warm chest that is slowly rising up and down as he continues sleeping. Crap I say to myself as I try to unravel myself from his warm embrace. He stirs a little as I eventually leave the bed but doesn't wake. I grab some clothes from my drawers and hed straight for the bathroom as I don't want to get changed in front of Harry after my shower.

The waters warmth relaxes my skin that has felt on edge ever since Harry came to my house. I can't believe what happened last night. Even though I knew Harry when we were little I don't really know much about him now. I don't know what he's been doing since I left, what he's studying, his interests, what he plans to do after college, where he likes to hang out, what annoys him or makes him laugh. I use to know almost everything about him when we were younger but I really have no idea what he's like anymore. We seem to get on just as easy as we did before but in a different way, and I cant help but touch my lips at thought of him kissing me again. I shouldn't be thinking this. We said we should just forget about it and move on but what I felt when his lips pressed mine was more than anything I had ever experienced before. I'd kissed boys before but with Harry last night it was different. It made me feel more alive, dangerous and safe all at the same time. The thought of kissing him again sends thrills throughout my whole body but I stop myself and try to shake the image. He told me last night we would just move on from it anyway and act like it didnt even happen. My chest hurts a little at his easy dismissal of what happened and I turn the shower off and grab my towel. I know one thing about him, he's likes to fool around with many girls, or did before he met Olivia I'm guessing, but I don't want to ruin our friendship over my confused feelings for him.

I quickly get changed and chuck my towel into the laundry basket that's in the bathroom before walking back to my room. When I walk back into my bedroom my bed is empty. Where did he go? I walk over to the french doors and look outside onto the small deck but he's not there. Maybe he's getting breakfast? I make my way downstairs and I can here noises coming from the kitchen. I walk in expecting to see Harry but instead I find Ty frying up some bacon. Does he eat anything other than meat?

"Morning" he says turning to me as he piles the bacon up onto his plate.

"Morning" I say taking a seat at the bench "Have you seen Harry?"

"He stayed last night?" he says, his face dropping as if he knew this was bound to happen.

"Yeah nothing happened! Jeez Ty" I try to sound normal but he just rolls his eyes as if he doesnt believe me and turns to get some cutlery from the draw.

I was never a good liar. I've come to learn my voice goes up a few octaves when I try to defend something that isn't true and 80% of the time I end up smiling at my attempts anyway.

"Well I haven't seen him" he says giving me a plate and chucking some bacon on it. 

Did he really just leave? Maybe he had class this morning and had to rush off...

"Are you going to eat anything else with this?" I question looking down at my plate which is just a huge pile of greasy bacon.

"No" he barely says with a mouthfull of bacon and toast and I laugh at his manners.

"I'm going to have some eggs or something" I say getting up and moving to the fridge and Ty leaves to go to the lounge with his plate before yelling out "Yes please!" in request for me to cook him some too.

Just as I'm about to start frying my eggs my phone vibrates in my pocket. It's a txt from Harry.

*See you at my party this saturday*-Harry