Torn

Chapter 39

Selena...

My lids felt heavy as they fluttered a few times, the comfortable warmth wrapped around me almost lulling me back to sleep. With a yawn, I was finally able to open my eyes, scanning the room, squinting as brightness hit my vision. With the events that we've suffered last night, I didn't find it questionable the sun was already high up – probably almost, if not yet noon.

The thoughts of last night reminded me of Harry who was sprawled beneath me, soft snores coming from his mouth. His even breathing was enough sign for me that he wouldn't be waking up soon and I immediately felt guilty for that. Granted I can't get back to sleep anymore, I let him indulge, I knew he needed it. I'm not sure how we ended up in this position – me on top of him. Though I'm certain he's responsible for that, probably not wanting to have me squished on the tiny sofa by his weight and I also knew I had him to thank for as I took note of the absence of my stilettos that I don't recall having taken off.

Minimizing my movements, I am able to pry myself off from Harry without disturbing his slumber, making sure to grab a pillow and have him cuddle it in my stead. He grumbles an incoherent groan, making me stifle my giggles. Turning around, I spot my luggage in a corner of the room, brought here without a doubt by Aleen and her connections. I'm not surprised to have missed it last night, but I'm sure glad to see it right now. Waking up to dried makeup and a slight hangover does call for a much needed bathroom break. After grabbing my necessities, I rush to the bathroom, making a mental note to send my thanks to my manager later.

Christ! I look like I spent the night in a brewery.

I cringed seeing my reflection, red rimmed eyes with purple bags underneath, frizzy hair, smudged face and without a doubt alcohol-tinged breath to top it off.

Very attractive Selena! It's a good thing I woke up first.

After thoroughly brushing my teeth and removing the stains on my face, I step into the shower and quite giddily so to speak, eager to cleanse the remnants of the prior evening's exhaustion and worries. An audible sigh escaped my mouth as the water pelted on my skin, somehow uplifting my dour spirits even by just a fraction. I took my time, luxuriously massaging my scalp and scrubbing my skin with the necessary cleaning materials, stepping out only when I felt cleansed enough.

Despite being dwarfed by the fluffy bathrobe, I couldn't care less and walked out with a smile on my face morphing into surprise as I saw my boyfriend still sprawled out on the sofa. It appears he has shifted in his sleep as he was now facing towards the side. But the bastard obviously made no move to cover any bit of his nudity. I'm not sure if it was meant to torment me, or maybe it's just the effect of his naked form on me.

Taking a glance at the digital clock perched on the small table beside the couch, it read 10:17 AM. I make sure there's ample space beside him before I sat down, feeling quite undecided on whether to wake him up already or not. I swiped a loose tendril of curl from his forehead. Observing his face, I can't help but feel part admiration and part frustration. Days like this where it feels I've been run over a bus, I only have makeup to rely on. But apparently this was another thing God favored upon Harry. The man didn't even have to take a shower and wander around with his mussed hair but I'm confident women of any age would still flock to him like bees to honey.

Eventually, I vetoed against my own idea and stood up, deciding on ordering room service instead. I'm sure he's stomach will be his own alarm clock any time soon. The call is quick, for even if there are a lot of mouthwatering choices, I immediately found what appealed to Harry and I the most.

Two breakfast plates, a fresh fruit bowl, yoghurt and muffins.

My smile is bigger by the time I hear the familiar click on the line, glad that there were still a few minutes before breakfast time could officially end. Undoubtedly, it was the meal that Harry and I favored the most. I return the handset back to its original place, accidentally setting my sights to my mobile that was lying idly on the floor, a few feet away from me. Scanning my brain, my frown only deepened when I couldn't recall how my phone ended on the carpeted floor.