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Let me tell you, waking up some place different from where you fell asleep is most disconcerting--especially if you fell asleep early and then you wake up thinking its morning but it's as black as anything out there--yep, confusion off the scale.

Well, that was me last night at around about midnight when I awoke after having a pretty nice nap to my actual bed and not the couch, my dark room opposed to the blinding light of the TV, it was pretty scary. Until of course I realised what must have transpired, and instead of everything becoming crystal clear, it just became ten times more confusing, like why did Harry put me to bed? After all the horrible things he said he decided to be sweet and put me to bed? And made dinner.

What. The. Actual. Fudge.

I sipped my tea fiddling with the small picture of Harry and the mystery girl that I had found a while ago. I had decided this morning that I was going to give it back to him because it didn't feel right to keep hanging onto it without him knowing, and if he kept it in his pocket it must mean something to him so it would only be right to give it back. I bitterly eyed the beautiful girl which had the ability to actually make Harry smile. Clearly she had something that I didn't, as all I seemed to get out of Harry was hurtful words and harsh looks.

For example, yesterday. .

I cringed at the memory of Harry shouting hurtful words at me in the enclosed space of the car before storming off and how I had fallen asleep on the couch, only to wake two hours later to find myself in bed. Ridiculous. The whole apartment was filled with stony silence and the tension in the air was palpable. I despised it, it was horrible to try and live with someone who you knew hated you and your presence, I just wish he'd realise that we were both in the exact same boat.

We'd both been forced to marry each other and using that big factor that we had in common we could've made the best of the situation and become good friends but that broody idiot just won't let that happen! It was so frustrating honestly, knowing that something good could transpire but it being a matter of someone letting it. I sipped the last of my tea bitterly with a soft huff under my breath at the sheer stubbornness of men.

Hearing the sound of footsteps my stomach flipped nervously as the sounds of Harry leaving his room reached my ears, I was slightly nervous about handing him the picture but also nervous after last night, his hurtful words still a fresh memory in my mind. I huffed under my breath, my own damn husband shouldn't make me nervous-- well if you could even call him that.

I glanced up as Harry turned the corner surprisingly not carrying his gym bag today and looking pretty casual in sweats and a black T-shirt, his wavy hair pushed up into a tight man-bun accentuating his devastatingly handsome features even more that normal. I stood up bringing the minimal plate of breakfast that I had half-heartedly made and slid it over to the chair opposite mine, also placing a tea cup beside it, before taking my seat again and folding my hands in my lap trying to work up the courage to give back the picture in fear of getting yelled at.

Once Harry had settled down and eaten a few bites of his breakfast I decided that it was no longer socially acceptable to stare at him for so long without blinking so I pulled out the picture from my pocket giving the beautiful girl one last bitter glance that clearly had his heart occupied bridge I slid it over towards him.

"I, uh, found it the other day. . I think it fell out of your pocket. ." I mumbled unsurely as I winced watching him stop chewing as his hands tightening on his knife and fork. I gulped and practically wilted under his gaze as he rose it to meet mine giving me one of his cold stares which seemed to go right through my chest, my stomach fluttering with the entire fucking zoo stomping around in it.