Beneath Your Beautiful (H.S. AU)

Chapter 11

I woke up to unfamiliar surroundings quickly sat up in the bed while looking around trying to remember where I was. The events of last night replayed in my mind, and I couldn't help but smile.

"So you sure you are okay?" Harry asked, and I was certain I heard concern in his voice.

I nodded, "Yes. Thank you again," I smiled at him and he didn't say anything, but he didn't need to. I had seen a glimpse of the nice, caring Harry once again, and it made me happy.

"I guess we should get back downstairs," he suggested, and I agreed and followed him to the living room only to find the place a pigsty. Cups were scattered everywhere along with numerous of bottles and people were either passed out or making out in a corner. However most seemed to have left already.

Harry ran a hand through his hair and let out a deep sigh. "My parents are going to kill me."

"Let me help you," I said, not awaiting an answer as I started to collect cups and bottles off of the floor.

"You don't have to," he told me and got down next to me, mirroring my actions.

"I want to," I smiled at him. "After what you did tonight I guess I owe you."

He shook his head and gave me a crooked smile. "It was nothing. Don't worry about it."

I smiled back without a word and continued what I was doing. Part of me knew if I pushed the wrong button the other Harry would reappear and that was someone I didn't want to ruin my night. So instead, I stayed quiet . After hours of cleaning the place looked decent again.

"I better get going," I told him, looking around to see what a good job we had done.

"It's late. You won't get a taxi now, and I'm not letting you take the tube in the middle of the night. I would take you, but I'm not sure I'm sober enough for that," he told me, and I tried to search for another option realizing I didn't have any.

"Then, I'll walk," I said biting my bottom lip. I didn't want to walk but what other option did I have?

"Stay," he ran his hand through his hair, and I thought he was bluffing at first but he looked serious.

"What?" I asked narrowing my eyes. I was shocked he had even proposed that I could stay, but I figured it really was the only option I had left.

"You can sleep in my room," he offered, and I gave him a confused look. He licked his bottom lip, "well obviously alone. I'll take one of the guest rooms," he added.

And so that was how I had ended up sleeping in Harry's room. It was huge, and it felt oddly strange to be in here, but the scent coming from it made me somehow relax. It was a weird yet comforting feeling. I got out of the bed, put on my outfit from last night and took a look around. Last time I had been in here, I had kept my attention to Harry and last night I had been too tired to notice anything but the bed, but I had to admit it was quite nice. The room was mostly kept dark, yet there were things that showed a more sensitive side of Harry. One wall was kept white instead of dark blue and he had a picture of a girl next to his nightstand. On his drawer there was also a picture of that same girl along with a younger version of himself and two adults that looked a lot like him. His parents. However that only made me curious to whom the girl was. None of his friends had mentioned anything about a sister, and I had honestly never pictured him as nothing but an only child. Who was she? I found a guitar inside his open closet and my thoughts were quickly replaced. Was he a musician? Being in his room surely gave me a lot of new questions to who Harry was as a person, and I was hoping that eventually he would answer everything I wanted to know. His music collection wasn't all dark and metallic like I had pictured it. Instead, it was quite similar to my own, and I couldn't help but like him a little more because of it. His Coldplay and The Script collection definitely didn't scream trouble and Adele's '21' proved to me that he wasn't all bad. I seriously couldn't understand why he didn't let anyone know this side of him, and I couldn't help but wonder if he had brought me here because he knew I'd find out. It was strange though that even though I had found out new things about him, I felt like I knew him even less than before and part of me was thinking that maybe that was for the best.