Hearts And Heat

Chapter Three

Sunny stepped out of the shower wrapping herself into a towel. She quickly dried off the proceeded to the bags. He got my bra size right! Sunny shook her head. Putting the undergarments on then opening a Rue 21 bag, Sunny saw all jeans. Taking them all out she counted 7 pairs.

She smiled, these were also.in her size. She took the white pair and slid them on. Skinny jeans, Sunny turned around looking over her shoulder. She dug into another bag with no label. And saw shirts, 7 shirts she took out the one with the galaxy background and "dare to dream" across the chest. It was a long sleeved top. There were three boxes on the sink counter. Sunny didn't bring those in. Did he come in here while she was showering?

She would be mortified later,

she opened each box. Shoes. A tan pair of boots. A white pair of vans. And black high-tops. Sunny smiled, she felt like it was Christmas and god knows she hasnt had one of this in 8 years. There were ankle socks in each box she choose the white vans. Now fully dressed and excited that is was all new. She dried her hair. Deciding to leave it as is. Sunny loved her mess of curls. She clean up the bathroom and gathered all the bags. Stepping back into Harry's room she took in his attire, a cream V neck with 4 necklaces around his neck. Black skinny jeans, and sneakers. He was tapping away on a phone. Those good ones with the apple on the back.

"Harry." Sunny called softly, he looked up, then went back to the phone, then looked up again.

Not that Sunny look bad before, but she looked amazing. Harry was gawking at her. A breathy "Wow," left his lips. "What do I do now?" Sunny asked sheepishly, holding the bags of clothes.

Harry gawked some more, the spoke. "Come here." Harry pat the spot next to him. Sunny followed instructions, sitting next to Harry, she looked at the cell phone in fascination.

Harry took noticed. "What?" Harry asked, looking up at Sunnys face, she shrugged, then bit her bottom lip. "How do you work that?" Sunny questioned quietly, Harry looked at her like she was crazy. Sunny tried to explain.

"I mean, its looks really complicated. Like, why is the only one button and what does it do? And, like, where are the numbers? It's just on big screen. What can you do with that?" As Sunny finished, Harry was confused.

Has she never had a phone? "How old are you?" Harry should have been asked that, but he's been busy. "18, my birthday was 3 days ago." There was a silence. "How old are you?"

"23." Harry answered honestly. "Have you ever had a phone?" Harry, knew she'd say no. And he was right. "No." Harry shook his head. He would imagine she had to stay in touch with people, friends, family. "Where's your family?" Harry could see the shift in Sunny's eyes.

They saddened, significantly. Harry didn't like that look in her face. Something in his wanted to make sure she never had that look on her face.

Ever again.

Sunny laced her fingers together in her lap.

"My family," Sunny cleared her throat trying to get the lump out of her throat.

She shouldn't feel the urge to cry, she should feel anger. Hatred. That's what they deserved. Not her tears the got enough of those over the years.

"They're dead." Sunny spoke. Risking a glace at Harry, his mouth was in a grim line.

"I'm sorry." Harry tentatively put a hand on her shoulder, rubbing softly. Sunny shook her head. "Can tell me about the phone." Sunny was quick to change the subject. Harry nodded. "We'll start with the basics, this is the power button."

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"What do we know about this girl?" Liam sat up, looking to Rider, Niall, Louis, and Zayn. "She looks pretty innocent to me. Kinda lost." Niall voiced his opinion. Liam shrugged, "How do we know this isn't some scheme? Damsel is distress, but oh wait there's more, she here to spy." Liam shook his head.

"You can't be serious, Liam. You sound ridiculous. Not everyone is deceitful." Louis admonished Liam, Sunny looked like at genuinely sweet girl.

"Not everyone in trust worthy either." Liam tried to reason.

"Not every female is like Mandy." Zayn instantly regret speaking as Liam tensed.

"This isn't about her." Liam bit out. Refraining from choking Zayn just for mentioning the traitors name. "It's about us. And our safety."

Liam wanted to just forget the horrible night he found out. Harry could be in same situation as he was in. The last he wanted to see was Harry in a spiraling depression because of a woman. He knows what is feels like. He still has the ring he was going to give to Mandy.

Nothing but a dust collecter now.

It still hurts. Liam stood up, walkink toward the doorway, pausing briefly."Just watch her." He made quick work of walking to his room and slamming the door. Just as a tear fell. God, it still hurt.

"Nice going, Zayn." Niall shook his head. Zayn shrugged. "He thinks everyone's out to get us." Zayn sighed. "He has reason to." Rider said.