Broken || Harry styles

Chapter 9

I watched as the sun began to slowly brighten up the dull sky. I had been up for almost an hour now, listening to the soft sounds of nature going about its way. The clock read 8:07 a.m.I sighed aloud. I begin to hear distant footsteps in the hallway sounding louder with every step. I unwrap myself from my blanket that I guess Harry had put on me since I don't remember having a blanket when I accidentally fell asleep.

I look up behind the couch to be met with a shirtless Harry coming down the hallway. His perfectly toned-bronze torso in complete view. His brown curls thrown all over his head, and his shining, emerald eyes are filled with sleep still. I've never actually looked at him despite all the time I've spent with him, but I've never actually looked at him, I've never noticed how attractive he actually is until now evidently.

"Morning," he smirks showing his perfect dimple.

"Morning," I say smile back, hoping he didn't notice me checking him out.

"You can continue to stare, I don't mind," he grins ear to ear. My eyes go wide, my face heats up, immediately a blush creeps up on my checks. Dammit he did notice.

He starts laughing, loudly probably at my embarrassed reaction. He walks over to the couch I'm sitting on still laughing, holding his stomach slightly bent over. I couldn't help to smile at his childishness "God, Mel, your face was priceless. I'm just kidding! But I really don't mind," he says winking.

I roll my eyes.

He chuckles again sitting on the couch beside me, before looking at his wristwatch he instantly jumps up "Oh shit, school!" He almost shouts. I forgot all about school, I don't even any change of clothes.

"I forgot all about that," I repeated what I just thought in my head. He runs his fingers through is messy hair "Do you want to get skip? I mean you don't even have any extra pair of clothes, plus were already almost two hours late," he says looking at me. I guess he's right by the time we get there it'll probably already be lunch time, there was really no point in going.
"I mean if you don't want to we don't have to," he quickly adds.

"No, it's fine," I say giving him a small smile.

"Okay," he says returning the small smile. My eyes travel back down to his perfect body. God. He takes notice, his smirk returns. "Like what you see, I'm guessing," his smirk widening.

"Shut up," I groan.

"Oh, feisty," he winks.

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Harry's P.O.V

I can feel Melody eyes burning into my back as I cook, I smirk to myself.

"Done," I state as I flip the last pancake onto the plate, that is already filled with pancakes. I prepare two plates with pancakes, eggs, and bacon. I set one of them in front of Melody on the table and place the other one across from her, as I take my seat. I cut up my pancakes, before pouring syrup Melody following my actions. We eat in silence, the only noise coming from the fork sliding across the glass plate, or crunching of bacon in our mouths.

After we were done I washed our dishes, and took a seat back on the couch next to Melody. We sit in silence for about another five minutes before I finally speak up. "Soo.." I begin, trailing off her bright blue eyes flicker up to meet mine. "Lets play a game?" I suggest.

"What game?"

"Questions?" I ask hopeful she'll want to play, I don't want to push her to hard on giving me answers but I need to know something. I can tell she's unsure, her eyebrows are pulled together, and she's gripping her bottom lip in between her teeth. She nods slowly. I try to hide my excitement, by just giving her a simple nod.