What have I gotten myself into

" put the turtle back in its shell...."

~ elena's POV

    I cracked my eyes open and let the sunlight blind my baby blue orbs. Blah. Just blah, that's all I could think of with the  way I felt. I stretched and groaned then got up to pee all the alcohol out my system.

          After I used the bathroom I put on some clothes, and then I caught a whiff of Bacon. Oh, Skylar must be home. I ran down the hall, " Doodles, did you make pancakes!" I yelled the best I could with a hangover, which wasn't very good. I turned the corner expecting to see a messy bun on top of a short girl, but I pretty much got the exact opposite. I looked up and screamed. In the place where my best friend was supposes to be there was a tan, muscular back with a mop of brown curls.

          He turned around and spoke with a deep British accent, " oh, good you're up. I made breakfast." He smiled.
        "Oh my god you're winky is showing!" I screamed and covered my eyes. "Cover it up!"
         "It's nothing you haven't seen, love," he said with a chuckle. I couldn't think, I seen his thingy. It was a very nice thingy, but a thingy nonetheless.
        "I really need you to put the turtle back in its shell, before we engage in a conversation." I stated really slow.
He grabbed a dish towel and covered his mini me.
       He blushed and said "Hi I'm harry...." he looked around "Oh and you're Friend called, she wanted to make sure you were still alive."
        A million thoughts ran through my mind, but this one came out first,"So she's still alive too, you talked to her?"
    "Ummm yeah." And then my stomach decided to make the call of its people. Harry looked at me and gave me a cheeky grin, " breakfast is ready when you want it, there's pancakes, eggs, and Bacon ." My stomach clenched, gah i hate eggs. " Yummy." I forced a smile.
      I had finished my whole plate while Harry and I made small talk when I felt nauseated, like my insides were on a boat in a hurricane. I got and ran to the bathroom and slammed the door close, I didn't want him to see me like this. the contents of my stomach came up my throat and nose in a big grody mess. I heard beating on the door, " Elena, Darling are you okay?"
         " I'm good." I stated, bile threatening to climb my esophagus. I stood up blew my nose and brushed my teeth twice. I turned around ready to face the music. Harry was sitting on the floor, with a concerned mask on his face , at least he was wearing pants.
         " I'm sorry, me and eggs don't mix."
         " it happens to the best of us, and you could've let me in, I would've held your hair." He confessed with a truthful look.
          " No offense or anything, but the only person in let see me like that is my Best friend." I gave him a apologetic smile.
           " Hi, I'm Elena." I held our my hand.
           He grabbed it and kissed my knuckles, and I blushed. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Elena." He gave me a real smile and winked.

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A/N sorry for any errors, I had to do this on my tablet, ad the wattpad app...so yeah enjoy.