Things That Blind Us

Chapter 8

Melody's POV

I wake up and rub my eyes with them still close. It's already morning?

My head hurts and I can't seem to remember half of my day yesterday.

It takes me a while to notice that my window is on the opposite side of where it usually is and my closet door as well.

“Morning.” I hear.

I turn around and find Harry coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Oh my god. Put some clothes on!”

“What do you think I came out here for? I'm not putting on a show for you, that's for sure.”

He walks over to his drawers and grabs a pair of boxers and some gym shorts.

“Um. Okay.”

He walks back into the bathroom and within a matter of minutes, he comes back out wearing the shorts and the I suppose the boxers as well, but no shirt. As always.

“So what happened last night?” I ask.

“Well” he begins. “We went to a bar and you got really drunk and fell asleep in my car.”

“I got drunk?” No wonder I have this headache. “And if I fell asleep in your car, how am I in your bed?”

“I carried you.” He says.

“You did? Oh, well thanks, but where did you sleep?” I'm curious.

“On my bed, where else would I sleep?”

“Wait. So we slept in the same bed?” My voice higher than expected.

“Yeah, don't tell me that's a problem for you.” He says and shoves his clothes from yesterday into a hamper.

“It wouldn't be, but I barely know you.” I say to the boy I met only four days ago.

“We got to know each other pretty good last night.” He says with a smirk and leaves the room.

What.

I sit on his bed for a few minutes and am curious to as what he meant. I follow his footsteps to the kitchen.

Once I enter the kitchen, he is pouring himself coffee as he leans against the counter top.

“You want some coffee?” He asks.

“Yeah, thanks.”

“How do you like it?”

“Two sugars, please.”

He nods and proceeds to pouring coffee into a second mug.

I sit at the circular table in the kitchen and watch him.

“So, what did you mean by 'we got to know each other pretty good last night'?” I ask hoping I didn't do anything I will regret.

“You know, I said some stuff, you said some stuff. You did some stuff.” He says and hands me my coffee.

“Well, what did I say? What did I do?” I panic.

“Some stuff about your brother. And you basically threw yourself at me.” He smirks.

“My brother..? What did I say about him?”

“Just that he left when you were 15 and you haven't seen him since.”

Thank god. If I would've told him the whole story, I wouldn't have been able to live with myself. I never to talk to anyone, not even my mom, about that.

“Oh, okay... Wait. What do you mean I threw myself at you?”

Harry walks over to me and sits next to me. He puts his mug on the table and puts his hand on my knee.

“Oh, you know. You just sat on my lap” He then starts moving his hand upward. “Wrapped your arms around my neck” His hand is on my thigh now. “And you kissed me a little.” He swiftly removes his hand and got up to put his mug in the dishwasher.

My head is swimming. For a moment there, I wanted it. I wanted him. Knowing myself, I would've slapped that hand right off as soon as it made contact with my knee, but I didn't. Why? I really don't know.. It's just something about him.

“So I kissed you?” My voice a bit shaky.

“Yeah, you did.”

“Did you kiss me back?” I ask shyly.

He turns around and walks over to me. He bends down so that his head is at the same height as mine and he lifts up my chin to face him. He stares at me for a moment. Then he kisses me.

The kiss was surprising, but I liked it. His mouth moved in sync with mine and his lips were still warm and moist from the coffee.

Once our lips separate, he says “Yeah, I did.”

Again he leaves me speechless and alone as he enters the living room. He really needs to stop doing that.

I don't know what to do now. Should I walk in there and ask him more about last night? Or should I just go to my apartment? Should I even make a big deal out of this whole kissing situation?

I decide to do neither and just go to the living room where he is and take space on the sofa to join him in watching television. I don't say anything and direct my attention to the screen where an episode of Friends seems to be playing.

“Wow, you are taking this better than I thought you would be.” He says.

“Well, I'm full of surprises.” I say while still watching Friends.

“I like that.” He says and I turn my head to look at him. He has that same smirk on his face that I want to slap off but at the same time I want to kiss.

Why am I still here? I live literally 3 feet away. I should be going.

“Hey, I'm gonna go.” I say and get up from the sofa.

“Okay.” He says. That got me a bit upset. Like I just spent the night here and you just kissed me and all you can say is okay? I decide to let it pass and heads over to my place.

I open the door and my apartment is just how I left it. Just how I like it. I go into the bathroom and realize I look like a mess. I brush my hair and wash my face to make me look a bit more presentable.

When I walk into my room to change, I realize I don't have my phone with me. I must have left it at Harry's.

Before I knock on his door I hear him talking. Its mostly mumbles so I can't make up the words. When I didn't hear him anymore I finally knock.

“Its open!” He says so I turn the knob and open the door.

As I walk in Harry has my phone held up next to his ear.

“Yeah, she's right here. Okay, here you go.” And he hands me my phone.

I look at the screen first so see who it is he is talking to and I am terrified when I read 'Mom'.

“Hello?” I say.

(I am sooooo sorry for taking forever to update :( I just had a lot of things going on and I promise it will not happen again.)