Pieces. ≫ h.s. au ≪

Chapter 9.

Harry's POV

I wake up with Crystal's head on top of my chest and her arm wrapped around my waist. One of her legs is intertwined with mine and his hair tickling my chin. I don't want to move. I look to the clock on my beside table and see that it's already 10 AM. S.hit, I have to go to the studio for the sound check for a stupid TV show in two hours. I slowly separate my body from Crystal's and walk to the kitchen, not before turning around to watch her sleep. She looks so peaceful, little snores coming out of her nose as she moves to find a more comfortable position now that I'm not in the bed. I want to lay back and stay there all day with her. Maybe Niall was right, she did get under my skin. But how could she not? Her eyes are so hypnotizing and the way her hair always falls perfectly over her shoulders when it's not in a bun makes her look so carefree. And she didn't know who I was, I think that's what I like the most about her. 

After about five minutes of me being a total creep I decide to prepare some breakfast for the both of us. I don't know what she likes so I prepare a little bit of everything, some pancakes, bacon, cereal, milk and I add some orange juice. I walk back to my bedroom with a tray fulled with the breakfast on my hands and push the door with my shoulders. I step into the room silently and watch her sleep one more time, her hands now wrapped around a pillow the way they were around my waist and I smile at the thought of her thinking the pillow is me. I approach her, leaving the tray on the floor and poke her in the cheek.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty." I say softly, trying not to wake her too violently while carefully shaking her shoulder.

She slowly opens her eyes, rubbing them and blinking a few times adjusting to the light.

"I made some breakfast. I'm not a chef but I tried my best." I grab the tray from the floor and put it in her lap once she's sitting on the mattress, her back in the wall.

"You didn't have to." She looks at me and I know she's thanking me silently so I sit next to her and grab a pancake. 

"My mum used to make me pancakes every morning." She says with a bitter sweet expression on her beautiful eyes. I still can't figure out what colour they are but I'm leaning towards grey. She grabs a slice of bacon, puts it inside the pancake and bites it. 

"Hope you like it." I say with a half smile on my face. I don't think she even chewed the pancake, she just shallowed it.

"It's delicious but, again, you didn't have to." She stares at me while biting another piece of pancake. Then stares at my body, paying attention to my tattoos. I forgot to put a t-shirt on before making breakfast, an habit, I guess. She looks carefully to them, trying to figure out the meaning of them, her eyes scanning every inch of my body covered with ink. "Why do you have so many tattoos?" She asks softly, looking a bit confused with my body and in that very moment, I could swear she was not the same girl who I bumped in the streets just a few weeks ago. She looks so fragile, so innocent, like even curses couldn't leave her mouth. 

Maybe my perspective of her changed when she told me her story. Well, it definitely did but she changed too. She haven't pushed me away since then, she even came to my bed last night. I'm making progress with her.

"Some of them are stupid things." I finally say, her eyes never leaving my body. "Others are... Well, we tend to forget some things about life and about ourselves with time and I didn't want to forget anything so I just found a way to keep all those things with me all the time. It's stupid, I know but..."

"It's not." She says, looking deep in my eyes.

I don't know what to say, I'm hypnotized by those grey eyes that seem to look right trought me and I can't help but think of how many times they were covered with tears. How many awful things they saw and I want to hug her, delete all the bad memories inside her head.