"Abby... Abby..." I felt someone gently shaking me. I squinted and instantly recognised a mop of curls, and husky morning voice.
"Harry," I gasped, and realised I must have fallen asleep on his... bed?
"You looked uncomfortable on the couch. Morning babe," Harry smirked. I shook my head a little and glanced at the clock. 10:00am, wow; I must've been tired.
"Harry," I murmered, a smile playing on my lips. He smiled back and pecked my lips gently.
"What now then?," I asked, then watched as Harry's lips curled upwards once again. I sighed and threw my head back onto his pillow. I knew the answer all too well.
"We could do this..." Harry leaned his head forward and pecked my lips; again. I smiled and pushed him away.
"Oh Harry, when will you learn?" I smirked and jumped up from the bed. "Let's make some breakfast." I concluded. I heard Harry groan. I giggled and ran downstairs into his kitchen. I went straight to his fridge and decided to fry bacon and eggs. I giggled again as I heard Harry thumping around upstairs.
"Breakfast's ready!" I shouted and placed it on the table. Harry stormed his way downstairs. He started to speak as he approached me.
"You know, Abby, you can be such a b-"
I spun myself around and put my finger to his lips. "I know, I know," I sighed. I removed my finger from his lips and kissed him softly. He smirked slightly into the kiss, until I pulled back. Looking into his eyes, I could see how happy he was. I could see the glisten they revealed when I the corners of my lips curled up slightly. Then I imagined his eyes, if I were to hurt him. If he was ever to find out that I'm using him for money and pleasure.
"Abby..." Harry whispered into my ear. I came back from my depth of thought to meet again with his emerald orbs.
"Eat up, this took effort!," I chirped, then sat down at my seat to eat my breakfast. Though I wasn't hungry anymore. So, instead I just shovelled my food around my plate.
"I thought this took effort?" Harry swallowed his last bite before beginning to question me.
"I'm not hungry," I murmured. Harry looked at me concerned, worry crowding his eyes. I was absorbed once again into the depth of them.
"Here. You have it," I smiled and passed him the plate.
"Abby, you need to eat."
"I will! I'm just not hungry, okay mum?" I snapped. Harry looked taken aback and hurt.
"Sorry," I murmured, before returning to my thoughts.
I didn't want to think about the consequences of my stupid game I'm playing with Jessica, but it was too hard. All I could think about was that. The hurt he would feel if he actually does love me. He'll move on though, right? He seemed to manage well without me before. Maybe this is all a dare for him too? Then we would be even? And if this is true love he's feeling?
Why should I care? I don't love him, do I?
