Hey There Delilah

Ch. 3

*Delilahs POV*

My eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the bright light around me. I craned my neck upward as I recall what happened last night.

I take a deep breath in and try to sit up. My body moves up but is quickly pulled back down by a very sleepy Harry. He groans as I try again to sit up, but fail.

"Stop moving" he whispers in his sleepy voice. Awe.

"I need to get food and coffee Harry. If you don't let me up I will eat you instead" I threaten.

He chuckles and releases my body from his grasp and I stand up, stretching my limbs out thoroughly. I walk to the mirror hanging on the wall and examine my makeup. It's smudged under my eyes and my hair looks like a rats nest.

Sighing loudly I try to wipe off the black smears and fix my hair. I give up on my hair and pull it into a messy bun on top of my head. My eyes scan te room and I spot my bag by the couch.

I walk quietly to the purse and retrieve my glasses from their case. My fingers unfold them as I place them onto my face. I smile at the fact that I can see a little better now.

My feet carry me out of the door in search of the kitchen. Why can't I find it? I've been looking for so long! ugh.

Finally I find it as I walk in and flip on the lights. The room lights up and I take a second to examine my surroundings. Big slabs of granite are used as counter tops. A bug island sits perfect in the center of the hard wool flooring and a huge stove takes up half of the right wall.

A refrigerator and freezer line the left wall along with a pantry sitting next to them. I open the pantry door and decide on lucky charms.

Where are the bowls? I start opening cabinets and after opening ten, I find them. I pull one out and fill it to the top with cereal, then pouring in my milk. I sigh in contempt as I take a spoonfull in my mouth.

I finish my food and wash the bowl before putting it into the drying rack. Where's the coffee pot?

It's tucked away in the corner and I pad over to it quietly. Anyone else who is here is asleep still and I don't want to be the one to wake them.

The coffee machine is one of those kureg things with the plastic cups of coffee. I place one in and fill it with water, waiting for it to brew completely before removing the cup.

I take a sip of the black coffee, just the way I like it. The delicious smell makes my mouth water and I take another sip, savoring the warmth as I swallow it.

Harry walks into the kitchen wearing basketball shorts and a white tank top. His muscles are toned and his skin is tanned perfectly. I want to run my fingers through his hair and down his abs.

What did I just think about?! oh my god im going crazy. I shake my head, ridding my mind of those weird thoughts.

"Morning babe" his voice is still raspy from sleep and it sends shivers down my spine.

"Morning Harry"

"By the way we're late to school and we need to go soon" I glance at the clock that reads 8:47 AM.

School started at 7:15. I look back at Harry who's back is turned to face the coffee maker as it spurts out black liquid.

"Okay we'll leave at 9" he replies before taking a large gulp from his cup.

"Uhm I hate to ask but can I borrow something? I don't want to wear the same thing to school again..." I trail off.

"Yeah. My room is the second door to the left upstairs" he points.

I thank him and make my way to the steps. I should shower but I don't have to have one. My hair looks clean enough. I just need to wash off my makeup and i'll be good.

I find Harry's room and open the door. The smell of his cologne comes through slightly as the air exits the room.

It's basically what I expected. The wall is white and has a couple of posters of bands or singers. One wall has some photos of him with two girl who look like him quite a bit. I assume they're related.

I walk to his dresser and open it. I dig through it before finding an Ramones t-shirt. I pull off my current shirt and slip it over my head quickly. I open his closet doors and retrieve a light blue big sweater. I pull it on over the t-shirt and walk put of his room.

I look around for the bathroom, which I found at the end of the hall. The door opens with a click and I flick the light switch on.

I search the drawers and find a hair brush which I quickly run through my hair with, thankful for its natural wavy state. I finish and decide to wash my face.

His face wash smells like boys but I use it anyway, scrubbing my makeup from the previous day off completely. I dry my face with a towel and head back downstairs to Harry.

He must've went into his room while I was in the bathroom because he is now wearing a dark blue t-shirt with black jeans and white converse. His black ray band cover his eyes but I can tell me is staring my up and down as I walk to pick up my bag and shoes.

"Ready to go?" he says once my shoes are on.

"Ready" I say back