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three

Harry's P.O.V

expecting to wake up with my arms around her, or her laying next to me in the bed, neither of those actually happened as I looked over and realized I was alone.

I put my face into her pillows and took in her sent, that sounds creepy as fuck, but she smells like really amazing. she doesn't really wear perfume unless she's doing something special, or decides to get all dressed up for school, but even when that happens I tell her she doesn't need it, but she's never been one to listen to what I tell her.

I pulled her white comforter over my head hoping it would block out the god damn sunlight that was trying to get me out of this bed. It was still bright because the light seeped through the light color of her comforter.

After trying to fall back asleep multiple times, I realized it wasn't working and decided to get up finally. Searching through my pants pocket I pulled out my phone and headed downstairs.

I always loved her house, even though it was quite modern it felt like more of a home than mine did. No one was ever at my house, aside from myself. My mom basically comes home around 2 in the morning coming home from "work" or whatever the hell she does for a living.

I took a hot pocket out of her fridge and threw it into the oven. I say myself down on the bar stools designed for the island in the center of her kitchen.

I had nothing better to do than look through my phone to see if I got any text or calls, I received a text Ash;

"Can we use your garage again tonight? Parents won't let me use mine. Text me back around what time your free so I can tell the boys."

Ashton's band was half decent, besides the fact that two of them were sophomores and one a junior aside from Ashton, I didn't give a shit about them, I couldn't stand anyone that wasnt atleast in the same grade or age level as me. But I didn't really care about them playing in my garage. I usually just stayed in my room or went off to a party with rachel. Typing back a reply to Ashton;

"I'll be then whenever, you have a key, use it."

The microwave beeped signaling that the hot pocket was ready so walked over there and turned it off. About to head back to Rachel's room I turned around and almost dropped my plate and my face drained if color as I just awkwardly stood there.

"Uhm... What an awkward way to officially meet you, Harry it is?"

Her mom asked tilting her head.

"Uhm... Yeah. Your Rachel's mom, right? I questioned.

"Of course. I wouldn't just be some awkward lady roaming around other people's houses." She laughed with a hint of sarcasm. I laughed along with her just to break the awkward tension in this room right now.

Wow this is awkward as fuck.

"Well I'm off to work, but Rachel should be back from school soon, Bye!" And with that she rushed left through the kitchen door that lead outside.

It all made sense now... Rachel's at school, that's why she wasnt laying with me. I was completely oblivious as to where she was until now, but i didnt want to come off as a creep by texting her about her whereabouts.

I ran back up to her room after finishing the hot pocket and scrolled through my phone out of complete boredom once again.

After what felt like years of watching American Horror Story on Netflix I heard her struggle with trying to open the door with her keys.

I ran downstairs and pushed it open for her. "Hey" she pushed past me into the house. I followed her into the kitchen and she grabbed a snack and left her bag on the counter. She was rummaging through the pantry when she spoke again,"You missed alot today."

"Eh. Okay." I responded unsure of what to say back.

"Are you coming tomorrow?"

"I guess."

"Okay." She said bluntly.

Well this is awkward... Again.

"I'm heading home later tonight, Ashton's gonna bring over his band for practice because his parents won't let him at his place."

"That's nice." She shrugged.

"What's wrong with you?" I said a little louder than I expected.

"Nothing." She replied and then left the room.