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Side. - Chapter 9

Chapter 9.

I slowly opened my eyes, an unknown area coming up in my view. In a second I sat up, scanning the room I was in. I let out a deep breath when I realized where I was. I let myself fall back onto the mattress, my messy hair spread over the pillow. I looked next to me and saw that Harry wasn’t there. I tried to keep myself calm, but in my head I was panicking. Emily and my ‘parents’ must had come home and notice I wasn’t there. They didn’t even know where I was. I immediately felt guilty, they must be worried. 

In a second I was out of the warm bed and rushed back to ‘my room’, the place where I actually should had slept, but I left. Where was Harry anyway? He didn’t even leave a note, or at least, not in his own room. 

When I walked into the bedroom, goose bumps immediately travelled all the way down my bare arms and legs. I still only wore Harry’s shirt, which reached at the place between my knees and thighs and his ‘short sleeves’ hang just above my elbows. My jeans was still thrown in the corner of the room and my own shirt was placed on top of it. I yanked the denim fabric from the floor and pushed my own legs through the tight trousers. Though, my arms and actually my whole torso was still cold. I did bring a coat, but if I’d wear that and see Harry, he’d probably think I’d leave immediately, and leaving when someone gave you a place to sleep, would be rude. 

I exchanged Harry’s shirt where I slept in for my own before I made my way back to Harry’s bedroom and hesitantly rumbled through his dresser with clothes. Maybe he wouldn’t like it at all if I took something of him. But I finally grabbed a dark grey sweater and pulled it over my head, causing my body to warm up when the thick fabric touched my skin. I hoped he wouldn’t mind that I wore his clothes, but we were… friends, right?

After I made my way to the stairs to hear something coming from downstairs, Harry must be at home. Just when I reached the bottom of the stairs, my bare feet touching the cold concrete floor, another boy I hadn’t seen before walked up to me, no, probably the stairs. His light brown hair was pushed in a quiff and his sea blue eyes looked straight into mine. In both his ears were black earrings and his arms were, just like Harry’s, filled with black ink. The boy seemed nice, even though I didn’t even know him. 

We looked into each other’s eyes for a few seconds while I didn’t even realize I was dreaming away in his beautiful coloured eyes. The boy gave me a confusing look, causing me to get back to reality. I gave him a small, innocent smile back in return, before he shook his head and walked past me up the stairs. When I walk towards the living room I could feel his eyes burning on my back. 

I walked into living room, which was connected to the kitchen, and I could see Harry standing there, with his back towards me. The muscles of his back were clearly visible through his thin shirt he just put on. I couldn’t help but watch him as I took a seat at the dining table. Harry turned around, a small smile appearing on his plump morning lips when he saw me. 

“’Morning.” He said. “Goodmorning,” I said, greeting back as he turned back around. “Are you hungry?” Harry asked while I ran my fingers through my hair. “Yeah, just a bit. What time is it?” I said, looking around to find a clock. “Eleven.” He answered as he slid a pancake on a plate. He turned around again and put the plate with breakfast with a fork and knife in front of me on the table. 

“Is that my sweater?” He asked before I looked up to him, not expecting what he’d think about it, but fortunately there was a smirk on his face. “Yeah,” I said with a chuckle, “I hope you don’t mind, I was cold.” “I don’t,” Harry said as he sat on the chair opposite of me. “I like it on you.” I could feel my cheeks changing in a light shade of red. 

In silently I ate the pancake Harry made me while he cleaned the kitchen for a bit. “Have you ate yet?” I asked, trying to break the actually not awkward silence between us. “Yes.” Harry answered shortly, not going further into a conversation. I was glad he didn’t ask why I was in his neighbourhood again. I guess he didn’t want to push it, I didn’t feel like telling about Zayn either.