Chimera | H.S Mature

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*Samantha's POV*

I woke to an empty bed, the sheets wrapped around my naked body were cold and lonely. At some point I had rolled on to my stomach, cocooned in the middle of the bed. The room was still dark, small orange tendrils of light peeking through a gap in the curtains and leaving a bright strip across the floor. The room was otherwise rather plain, light cream walls, dark, wooden furniture and not a picture or item of clothing out of place. I shuffled in the sheets so that I was sitting with my back against the headboard, the cool metal bars causing me to shiver as they touched my naked back. In one corner of the room, a large cabinet loomed, and even from where I sat it was clear that each shelf was packed to bursting point.

Curiosity got the better of me as I crawled from the bed, still clutching the sheets to my body, stumbling slightly as I tried to loosen the bindings around my legs. The first couple of shelves were filled with books, old books, new books, classics, books that has been read so many times their bindings were tattered and loose. Several had clearly been removed recently as the thin layer of dust coating the shelf was disturbed and the offending books were shoved hurriedly back into place, none of them sitting right and with several sitting much further forward that they should be. The next shelf was littered with silly little trinkets, things gathered from cheap tourist shops on holiday. And finally, on the shelf sitting just eye level with me, a cluster of photos littered the dusty wood. Most were of Harry and Daniella, looking much the same as they did now, warm smiles, bright eyes and looks of pure joy radiating from them both. There were also picture of them as children. I beamed as I pulled it from the shelf, my eyes focused only on Harry's baby face. Chubby cheeks and toothy grins stared back at me, a mop of curly hair sweeping over his forehead and what looked to be a school uniform clinging to his lower body. I bit my lip and placed the picture back where I found it.

As I went to pull my fingers away, they brushed something cool that was hidden right at the back of the self, hidden so well from view that I hadn't even noticed it. Intrigue bubbled in the pit of my stomach as I gripped the frame and lifted it carefully out and over the others. It was caked in dust, undisturbed for many years I would have guessed. It had been tucked away with the picture facing away from me, and as I turned it the breath caught in my throat. It was an ultrasound, an old one at that. The black, blurry image was fading with age and lack of care but if I squinted hard enough, I could make out the shape of two little figures.        

The sudden soft opening of the bedroom door caused me to jump and grip the sheet tighter that was still twisted around my body. Harry shuffled in to the room slowly, frowning slightly as he glanced at the bed and realised that it was not only free of covers but also of me. His eyes found me quickly and I offered him a small, shy smile. He beamed and opened the door further, flicking on one of the small lights beside the bed, causing me to squint.

"Hey" he said, placing a small mug on the bedside table, "I came to see if you were awake, I made tea" he continued, nodding towards the cup.

"Thank you" I said softly, offering him a small grin but the heat in my cheeks did little to hide my nervousness. His gaze ran down my body, eyes lingers at where I gripped his bed covers to my naked chest, my fingers squeezing tighter beneath his scrutiny. His lower lip was pulled between his teeth for a moment before he released it and looked at my face once more. Images of what had occurred in his bed only a few hours ago rushed through my mind as I in turn made a note of the fact that he was only wearing a pair of tight boxers and my blush intensified. Harry seemed to follow my trail of thought as he grinned at my scarlet face.

"You ok?" he asked with a cheeky grin and I resisted the urge to throw the picture frame (still clutched in my hand) at his perfect face.

"Fine" I mumbled softly, to which he only chuckled and took a couple of paces so that he was stood right in front of me. He placed a warm hand on my cheek and brushed his thumb back and forth across the burning skin. My body tingled at his touch and I felt myself leaning towards his chest.