Lurking Shadows [Harry Styles]

Chapter 15

-Chapter 15-

*Hale's POV*

Darkness surrounded my mind. Shadows seemed to swirl beneath my eyelids as I lye between the veil of sleep and full alertness.

I tried to think of where I was, what was happening. My body felt heavy, and I was on the brink of falling back into a deep sleep.

But my memories came rushing back, Causing me to snap out if my sleepy state. Though my eyelids felt too heavy to lift open, I could tell I was laying in a bed.

While I lied, my mind wandered to the swimming questions in my mind. Had last night really happened? Where is Harry? Is he alright..?

I pushed the thoughts away, knowing I wouldn't get any answers. Listening hard, I tried locate any sound of movement from inside the house.

When I heard nothing, I finally opened my eyes, peering around the room. To my surprise, it was my own.

Looking outside my window, I could see that the sun was just starting to rise, creating gorgeous pinks and reds in the blue sky.

A large crash caused me to snap my head forward, lying completely still. My breath hitched in my throat, and my body tensed.

I heard sudden footsteps hurrying up the stairs, and I pushed myself into the board of the bed frame. My heart rate sped up, and my breathing increased.

Whoever it was was right at my door now, turning the brass knob. The door swung open painfully slow, and revealed my noise maker.

A mop of curls entered the room, as I realised it was just Harry. I let out the long breath that I was holding, and slouched back into a regular lying position.

It seemed as though he hadn't seen that I was awake yet, so I decided to close my eyes again. Acting as if I was asleep.

I heard him stumble through the room like a drunk man, and set something on my lamp table. I could feel his close presence when a loud clank came from next to the bed, and a soft sigh. He must've sat down.

"I know you're awake." His raspy voice spoke suddenly. When I opened my eyes, I was met with bright emerald ones staring right back at me.

"Thought I might fool you... Guess that was short lived." I chuckled, giving him a smile. He looked surprised for a second, but replaced it with a smile of his own.

His eyes squinted slightly, his pearly white teeth showing through. It grew to his cheeks where his dimples appeared, and he let out an angelic laugh. Deep and gravely.

"Well, sorry for all the noise. I made you breakfast in bed..." He said quietly, gesturing with his head to my lamp table. Peering over, I saw a huge breakfast put on a tray.

There were pancakes, bacon, eggs, hash browns, sausage, toast and a glass if orange juice. I knew I wouldn't be able to eat it all, but it was a sweet gesture.

"I didn't know what you liked, so I made a little bit of everything." He replied to my look at the tray. I glanced over at him, seeing a rose colour seep into his cheeks. He was blushing.

"This looks delicious. Thanks so much." I said smiling, ready to dig into my breakfast. I was starving. Starting to reach over and grab the tray, I realised that my arm was to short.

I looked up at Harry and smiled sheepishly. "I can't... Uh... Reach." I spoke quietly, a blush of my own creeping into my cheeks. Why was I blushing? I was always kinda embarrassed that I could never reach anything.

He chuckled deeply as I blushed, and raised himself from the chair. As he picked up the tray, I watched as his biceps flexed. They were muscled, and toned.