Rented

Chapter 5

I feel something heavy on me and I stir in bed to be met face to face with Harry. His lips are slightly parted like they usually are when he's sleeping. We somehow ended up in a cuddle like position. His arm draped across my waist lazily. I remove it carefully trying not to wake him.

When I get up I feel a pang of pain in my head and instantly regret getting up but make my way to brush my teeth regardless.

As I look at myself in the mirror the memories start coming back: the drinking, being taken home by Harry against my will, him giving me his shirt to sleep in, the making out and finally him stopping me. "Holy shit" I whisper and smack my face. I felt mortified as I relived the embarrassing things I did last night. Thankfully Harry picked me up before I humiliated myself in front of my ex's fiancé and all of her friends. How was I going to face him now? I tried to seduce him and he turned me down.

After a couple minutes I gathered the nerve to get out of the bathroom hoping Harry was still asleep, but much to my disappointment he was sitting on the edge of the bed looking down. When he heard me he looked up quickly as if he had been waiting for me for a while. I walked over to the cabinets and started gathering fresh clothes to wear but mostly trying to avoid conversation or eye contact. "How do you feel?" I still couldn't get used to his low voice in the mornings. I twirled slowly to face him after I got all my clothes. "My head hurts" I admitted rubbing my head and I noticed eyes dart quickly to my body and felt conscious of the fact that I was wearing his shirt that was pretty short on me and crossed my arms subconsciously. "Are you nauseous?" He returned his gaze to my eyes and swallowed. I shook my head and walked to the bathroom. "I'm going to, uh shower" I stuttered and opened the bathroom door. "All right" Harry blinked and I closed the door before I could engage myself in more awkward conversation.

I took more time then necessary showering, washing my hair and shaving. When I had no other excuse to be in the shower I dried off and changed into shorts and a t-shirt and got out of the bathroom. My room was empty except for a glass of water and some pills, probably left by Harry for my headache. I smiled and gratefully took them hoping it eased my pain. After putting my hair in a messy bun I come downstairs to find Harry already eating breakfast with my parents and chatting. I take a sit where a plate was set for me and start eating, I didn't realize how famished I was. "Oh honey you look like hell" my mom gasps placing a hand over her heart dramatically and I have to hold myself from rolling my eyes. "Feel like it too" I answer with a mouthful of egg. My dad laughs but turns it into a cough when my mother glares at him. Harry kept quiet, his gaze focused on his almost empty plate.

"That's no way to greet your brother" mom shook her head sipping on her coffee, as if I had to impress him. "You have a brother?" Harry spoke up giving me a questioning look. I had totally forgotten Charlie arrived today. "You didn't know?" My dad asks Harry with a shocked expression. I am the worse sister, I didn't just forget to mention my older brother to Harry, but also completely forgot he arrived today. "You know, Charlie" I smiled and opened my eyes a little too much so Harry would get the message and follow my lead.

He seemed to understand, raising his eyebrows before nodding along. "Oh yeah, I forgot!" He forced a laugh and I joined him. "He'll be arriving in an hour or so" my mom announces looking at me probably telling me in other words I had time to make myself look presentable. "All righty, I better head upstairs to get ready" I half lied. I did have to dry my hair at least but partially I just wanted to leave my mother's judging eyes and Harry's torturing silence.

Once upstairs I plug my blow drier to dry my hair quicker and sit in front of the mirror on the floor. I see Harry come behind me on the reflection and sit down, extending his legs to either side of me so I'm between his legs causing me to smile. I stop the blow drier and lay my head back on his chest and we both stare at ourselves in the reflection without speaking.