Gone | hs

10- Step Out

[Jenna's POV]

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My mind awakes and I feel a massive throbbing sensations coming from my neck and collarbone. I open my eyes and first of all, I wonder why everything is sideways. My eyes land on the softly snoring boy next to me.

I right my head with a few gasps of pain before rubbing the sleepiness out of my eyes. I run a hand through my hair before I heave myself off the couch.

Harry twitches before finding a comfortable spot and continuing his slumber. I rub my neck as I stumble blindly into the kitchen, reaching around for the medicine cabinet. Downing a few pain pills, I flick the television off and find my way back to the couch.

Harry's legs have overtaken it. Pulling a few pillows onto the floor, I wrap my body in a blanket after spreading one across Harry. It's got to be three or four, judging by the less active city spread out below. Before laying down, I pull the curtains shut, letting a complete darkness fall over the room.

Slowly, I find my spot on the not-so-comfortable-carpet and attempt to fall back asleep. Harry's snores annoy me at first but soon it becomes a rhythm. I almost. I almost complain when he shifts to lay on his side and the noise halts.

I close my eyes, take a few deep breaths and manage to fall asleep.

It seems like seconds later when I hear, "Jenna," cooed in a soft voice, "You have to get up, it's nearly eleven o'clock."

I groan and roll over, making Harry laugh at my laziness. Prior to getting up, I cover my head in pillows and my blanket, forcing Harry to pull them away.

"Hey!" I complain.

"Hey, it's morning." I say in a calm tone.

"And also Saturday." Harry adds.

I roll flat on my stomach and my voice comes out muffled, "What can we do?"

"Do you trust me?" Harry questions with a sly grin.

"Yeah, I do." I respond after a short moment of silence.

"There's this wicked pizza place I know of," he pauses, "It's only a few hours away."

"Hours?" I exclaim, "Where is it?"

"Boston."

"Crap Harry, I don't know." I respond while pushing myself off the floor and brushing my hair behind my ears.

"We can even come back tonight if you want. It's amazing. You'll never have anything like it ever again." He pleads.

It takes about four hours to get from New York to Boston so that's already eight hours in a car. I've only know Harry for a short while and I'm not entirely sure if I should be this comfortable around him. Should I leave my walls up, or tear them down between us?

"I need forty-five minutes to get ready." I respond while getting up and walking to my room.

I grab a pair of black skinny jeans and a maroon tank top, along with all my unmentionables.

I quickly dress myself and pull a brush through my short hair. I put on mascara and eyeliner, making my eyes pop. Before exiting the bathroom, I put on a hint of red eyeshadow that is barely noticeable as well as rosy lipstick. I manage to find a beanie and I hide my hair under it. I find my knee-high brown boots in my closet and grab my peacoat from the hook. Only took a half an hour.

I come out of my room to find Harry pleasantly waiting on the couch. His hair looks tidied up and he has a new T-shirt on. I momentarily wonder where he got it. It doesn't matter, I smile and he hops up, shrugging on his own jacket.