Polishing The Edges

Chapter 27

"You looked good in my shirt."

I turn around to find Harry propped up on his elbows, grinning.

I gasp and throw the shirt at him.

"Someone's feeling better." He states while rubbing his eyes and retrieving the shirt from the bottom of the bed.

"I told you, it's because I'm up now."

"Mhm." He continues to smile at me as I move around the room.

I go to the bathroom to get my hairbrush. "Stop doing that!" I gesture to Harry's stupid smirk, and continue brushing my hair.

"Nope." His smile deepens and he laughs.

"Ugh." I groan and put the brush onto the counter. I rub my stomach and stare out the window.

"What do you want to eat?" Harry asks.

The last thing I feel like doing right now is eating.

I decide to ignore him and exit the room.

"I asked you a question." I can hear the humor in his laugh as he follows me into the hallway.

I walk down the hall, pretending to be very interested in my fingers.

I peek into all the boys rooms, except Niall's, which was in the other hall.

"Why is nobody here?"

"They went out somewhere yesterday."

"Hmm." I don't bother asking where or why.

I struggle down the stairs and then make my way into the other hall to check for Niall.

Sure enough he's sleeping.

My hand pushes against the wood door silently.

"You're not going in there."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want you to."

"Oh come on, isn't he your friend or something?" The idea lingered when I found them together yesterday.

He groans as I slip into the room.

I quietly make my way to the bed, and jump on top of Niall.

"WAKE UP!" I shout and follows it is a series of giggles.

"What the hell?" Niall sits up.

Harry clears his throat making me aware of his presence.

I knew I was pissing him off.

I just wanted to see how much he really cared about me enough to control his anger.

"It's like noon, get up!" I tell Niall and he looks confused. Happy, but confused.

"Ahh." I roll off of him and onto the spot in the bed next to him.

"Did I miss breakfast?"

Typical Niall question.

"No, I'm not hungry but you can make yourself something if you want, I guess."

"Good." Niall says.

"You're eating something, Ella." Harry butts in.

I glare at him. "I can decide what I want to do."

"No."

Oh, really now?

"Really?"

"Yes, now I don't care what the hell you eat, just do it."

"Whatever you say." I sarcastically state and stand up from Niall's bed.

I exit the room, followed by Harry.