Message in a Bottle

Hide and Seek (41)

Chapter 41

*Ciara's POV*

The next morning, I quietly got up from the bed, hoping Mason won't wake up and begin crying. The door last night remained locked, so I still had yet to face Harry. I was angry and annoyed with him last night, I couldn't believe he wouldn't put buying a gun into consideration. That's not the only thing that gets me mad though, it's the fact that Mason and I having nothing to protect us with if an intruder came walking in on us while Harry is out doing something for his band. 

I think Harry is a bit too stubborn to believe a girl like Maggie could come walking in and do something to us. Because it's the whole gender idea. He's the guy, which has been believed for thousandths of years that he is the more superior sex, which doesn't matter the tiniest bit if she came in with a damn gun. 

He needs to realize that I'm a girl and I worry about the smallest things. I worry when there is nothing to worry about. Now, Harry, is the complete opposite of me. He tries to pull a little act and make it seem like he's got everything under control, when he surely doesn't. 

My entire life is starting to feel like a dream, how does this happen to somebody in real life? I can see in movies or books, but I was actually living this out and feeling it. It still confused me how Mike and Maggie were together, I had so may questions I wanted answered. Like, when did they first meet and what made them want to seek revenge on both Harry and I so terribly? Couldn't they just move on like we both did?

I carefully open up the door, trying to reduce the hinges from creaking. Before I even take a step, I notice Harry's body lying on the hardwood ground in front of me. I drop down to my knees and start trying to wake him up. I felt like something horrible had happened through out the night. My first thought was that Harry was... I didn't even want to say the word. "Harry? Are you okay?" My mouth races but he only shakes his hand up in the air and falls back over on his side. 

"I fell asleep waiting for you to forgive me," his raspy morning voice answers. I feel my stomach lighten a little, a dumb smile springs onto my face. "Being as stubborn as you are, you wouldn't come out."

"I was mad," I reply, sitting down next to him and placing his head on my lap. He adjusts quickly, I can already feel the breath from his mouth radiating onto my leg. I feel bad that Harry had to lay out here all night, but a bigger part of me also found it romantic and sweet. What guy would do this? He had other options to sleep on, the couch, Mason's bed,(which actually may have been a little too short for his lenghty figure), but still. I must really mean something to Harry for him to sleep on the dirty, dusty floor.

My back is leaned up against the wall while my fingertip sweeps over Harry's smooth skin. It was something we would always do to each other, whenever he'd trace his fingers against my back it felt like heaven. I gently kiss his forehead, brushing the hair out of his eyes so I had a better view of his face. I can't stay mad at Harry, I just can't.

Everything about him is perfect, the color of his eyes, his bone structure, simply everything. I can't believe I found somebody so amazing as him. His one eye peeks open, "you're staring at me." His voice is still raspy.

I giggle, "you caught me!"

"I really missed you last night," he mumbles into my sweatpants. 

I kiss his forehead again, this time I didn't even think about doing the action, I just did it. "I missed you too." I say while stroking the side of his cheek with my finger.

"Well, last night I discovered our bed is the most comfortable spot in the house," he yawns and shuts his eyes. 

I roll my eyes, "is it really?" I say sarcastically.