Reasons

Chapter 26

Harry's POV

"Our friendship must have been a lie too, Harry."

"You should know who I believe."

"I hate you."

I jolted up; my eyes were round as I assessed my surroundings. Where the hell am I? Slowly, I regained my composure and memory. The bedroom was still spinning when a three-headed Rylie walked in.

"Are you okay?" she whispered softly. Her face showed her exhaustion. She hadn't had any sleep. Her face was pale; her eyes had rings of black surrounding them.

"Yes, I am fine," I murmur, taking her hand and pulling her onto the bed. Her hair was wet, and she smelled like soap. I came to the conclusion she had just had a shower.

What is wrong with me this morning. I am so slow.

"Do you want to talk?" Rylie mumbled, yawning soon after. Even in the morning, she was adorable. I was glad to have her around after the nightmare I was just having before.

"About what?" I finally whisper when Rylie gives me a worried expression. I work the worry lines out of her face.

Rylie rests her head on my chest, yawning once again. I play with her hair as I allow her to gather her thoughts.

"About last night. About...you and Sara," she whispers. She glances up at me; her eyes displaying her worry once again.

I take a piece of her wet hair and move it over her nose. Her nose crinkles; damn she is so cute.

"What is there to say?" I whisper, closing my eyes. I didn't want the memories to come back. I had to relive them last night and in my dreams. I don't want to have to go over them again.

"I was just thinking...that maybe you should tell her while we are here. She moved back here like a month or so ago. It would be a good idea, Harry," Rylie suggests.

I open my mouth to object, but she reaches up and puts her hand over my mouth. "Just think about it okay?" she pleads. I slowly nod in agreement; I would think about it, but it will not happen.

Rylie is soon fast asleep. Her dark eyes are closed as she finally finds peace.

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A ringing unclogs my brain; I reached for the fog again. I didn't want to wake up. I didn't sleep well during the night, and Rylie didn't get any sleep at all. So why is this damn ringing trying to pull me out of my darkness.

The low moan wouldn't stop. It was becoming annoying; I wasn't going back to sleep. I crawl out of bed and reach for the snooze button on my phone. However, there wasn't a fucking alarm set. What the hell?

Rylie groans and mumbles, "What's that noise." Her hair is sticking up on her head. She reminds me of a cute version of Albert Einstein.

"I don't know. I am going to go check," I tell her. I slip into the kitchen to find Gemma kneeling over a stove. She was waving a piece of paper at a hungry, growing fire. I nearly roll my eyes and open a closet door. Where would a damn flat keep their stupid fire extinguishers.

When I turn back around, Rylie is already at the fire. She has her own piece of paper. God, woman can be so naïve when it comes to fires.

"Stop that! Where is the stupid fire extinguisher?" I mutter.

Gemma throws me a dirty look. "Do you think I would be waving a piece of paper around if I knew that?" she snaps. God, someone is in a mood. I follow my eyes down to her growing stomach and remember.