Mindlessly

Chapter 9.

-Hi everyone, so I've never posted an "author's note" before, but it's been ages since I last updated and I felt it was only considerate to do so! (if you even care, ha...) anyways, I am still in school and things are very hectic, I've just been extremely busy but I'm going to be better with the updates from now on! :) If you have any questions or thoughts you can message me or comment. This is getting long and awkward now... enjoy the chapter! *fingers crossed*-

Margaret's POV

My alarm clock wakes me up as it always does and surprisingly I'm not as exhausted as I predicted, given the late night I had. My stretch feels good, climbing out of the warm mounds of white and onto the cool hard ground. My lips still have the same electric tingle to them the way they did when Harry's were pressed against them.

The noise in the living room tells me that Gemma is already good and awake. My curiosity gets the best of me, but I decide on a shower before going out to greet her.

Gemma was the first friend I made in Chicago when I moved here. She was my neighbor and best friend from the moment our car trekked up the long narrow driveway of my first home without my mum and brother. Our house was small but cozy. It took a bit of getting used to, things were odd just my dad and I but soon enough we adjusted. I feel Gemma attributed to my adjustment greatly, she helped me get involved and gave me a friendship that I desperately needed. The day I met Gemma she was snooping into our house through the white fence surrounding it, from that moment on we were inseparable. When we graduated high school, we went to different colleges but shared an apartment between the two.

My shower is relaxing, I can clear my mind, totally alone, it's peaceful. The steam gathers in a thick fog around me and leaves me to my thoughts, excluded from the chaotic outside world. The glass around me is completely clouded and I feel to myself. Secure. My shower is easily my favorite part of my flat, the bench that rests against the back wall, the cool color of my tiles and sweet smell of my strawberry shampoo. It's a constant. I always have this, not everything in life is stable, things are always changing, but this small little happiness is so important to me.

Slowly I shut the water off, wrapping my hair in a towel and my body in another. The smell of food coming from my kitchen alarms me. Gemma doesn't cook. Gemma burns cereal.

"Is my house burning?" I call entering the kitchen to a surprising sight. Why is she cooking? How is she cooking?

"No, you bitch. But you're welcome!" a plate of food is slid towards me. Scrambled eggs, pancakes and sausage rest on the counter in front of me.

"You cooked," my eyes are wide "and you didn't even burn it!" I'm lifting and prodding at the food with my fork searching for evidence of a struggle.

The first bite was good and I was genuinely shocked.

"I've gotten better." She shrugged smiling to herself.

"Well, clearly! I'm not gonna ask why you're smiling, I don't think my stomach can handle your promiscuity this early." My harmless jabs never cease to leave me laughing out loud and Gemma rolling her eyes.

"So, since you're in rare form, what're your plans today?"

"Well," I begin,

"I'm supposed to be meeting Harry today around noon." Glancing at the wall clock it's only 9:15 and I have plenty of time.

She turns around immediately. Gemma is very nosey, she always wants to be n the mix of things, always wants to know what happened because its even happened.

"Where are you meeting him?" She asks grabbing some sausage with her fork.

"I'm just meeting him where he works, and he's taking me somewhere from there. He just said wear comfy shoes, I don't really know what that means, so I guess we'll see." I'm rinsing my plate with my back turned to Gemma hiding my blushing cheeks from her.