Delusion

Chapter 6.

Lacey's POV

I wake up with the feeling of arms wrapped around me. I rub my eyes, realizing where I'm at.

I gently lift Harry's arm off of me, getting up. He groans, rolling over but not waking up. I sigh in relief, not wanting to deal with him right now.

I still remember what happened last night. I'm trying my best to stay strong, and hold back the tears. I need to get my mind off of my brother. Maybe a hot shower would help.

I quietly close the apartment door behind me, and walk back to my apartment. It actually comes in handy that Harry and I live right next to each other.

I turn on the shower almost all the way toward hot. I love hot showers, they just relax me and my body so much. I can just relax and think about life.

I get in the shower, the scolding hot water hitting my body instantly. I stand there for a few minutes just staring at the ground, thinking about everything that happened in the past 24 hours.

My brother Travis was such a great guy. He cared about everyone. He helped everyone before himself. He didn't deserve to die. I remember when we were about 12, and we were playing soccer. I was the goalie, he was trying to hit the ball past me, into the net. I was standing there trying to block the ball. He kicked the ball, and it ended up hitting me full force in my stomach. It knocked my fully unconscious. I had to go to the hospital. Travis cried and cried until I finally woke up. He was so worried about me. When all I had was a bruise on my stomach. He was such a great guy.

I snap out of my thoughts and remember that I was in the shower. I squirt a small amount of shampoo onto my hand, and lather it into my hair. I do the same with the conditioner. And finish off with washing my body.

I step out of the shower and dry off before putting my clothes on. I put on a pair of baggy sweatpants, with a blue tank top. I put my hair up into a messy bun, I'm not trying to impress anyone so I don't care about what I look like right now.

I apply a thin coating of mascara, making my eyes pop a little. I put on my blue vans and head back to Harry's apartment. Hopefully he's not up yet, he'd probably be pissed knowing I left.

I slowly and quietly open the door, walking in. I look in the kitchen to see a half naked Harry eating a bowl of cereal. He's only in a pair of sweatpants. I can't help but stare at his toned muscles. I look at all the ink spread across his skin.

"It's rude to stare yanno," he said, not looking at me.

I could feel my face go red instantly. God, why do I always have to get embarrassed so easily, and then get red like a god damn tomato.

I clear my throat, "Oh uh sorry," I said, walking in the kitchen.

I feel his eyes burning in my back, making me immediately self conscious.

"W-what?" I nervously ask.

"Nothing, you just look um nice,"

Well that's awkward.

"Thanks," I reply taking a seat a crossed from him.

There was a long pause before he finally spoke up.

"Do you want some?" He said, pointing to the cereal box.

I shake my head, putting my head down. I have the worst head ache. I feel like every time I cry for a long period of time, I always have a head ache the next day.

"Are you okay?" Harry asks me, his voice raspy.

I take a moment to respond, "No I'm not, but I'll be okay for now," I weakly smile.

He gets up walking over the sink putting his bowl in the sink. He leans up against the counter, crossing his arms, staring at me.

"What Styles,"

"Do you want to do something today? Get your mind off of everything that happened," He looks at me intently.

I honestly don't feel like doing anything today. I'm so upset about everything. But hey, what the hell maybe I should go have some fun for a while.

"Sure. What do you have in mind?" I warmly smile.

"You'll see," he smirks.

Heey. So I'm really sorry these first few chapter suck! I'm trying to get better as a writer, and make these up coming chapters better then the first few chapters. I'll try to update as soon as possible. (: ilyyy