One Hundred Days • h.s

Chapter Four - Help

-Day 3 of 100-

Jane's POV

The past days of staying here was somehow.. decent. I'll put it that way even though Harry was still treating me like an invisible person. Bella kept apologizing everytime he does it. He sometimes 'accidentally' nudge my shoulders but I ignored him. I smile at him but he bore cold glares through me. I ignored all of that. I just wanted us to be friends.

Right now, I feel so homesick. I found myself staring at our family picture on my phone. I miss them terribly. Yes I do talk to them but seeing them is different from those calls. They're both in London while I'm at Harry's house being invisible to him.

I've been spending a lot of time in this room for three days, believe me. I only get out to eat or to clean the house whenever they leave some dirt on the couch or something. I'm have a bit of OCD and Bella sometimes complained about it.

A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. I wiped a tear that I didn't notice roll down and tucked my phone under the pillow.

"Come in!" I yelled. The door opened and revealed someone I didn't expect.

"Harry?" I called.

"I was just about to tell you dinner's ready." He said coldly and I nodded still sniffling a bit.

"Are you crying?" His voice was mixed with something I can't decipher.

"Uh, no." I whispered.

"Be down in five. Faster." He ordered. I smiled at him but he glared at me then closed the door. I fixed myself in the mirror and headed down the dining where the siblings sat and was laughing. By the time I reached them Harry stopped and Bella smiled at me widely.

"Wow! Jane! Nice of you to show up. Haven't seen you in months! How's life been?" She said, voice full of playfulness. I sat in front of her and smiled.

"Oh you know. Just same old. Traveling and been busy with work." I played with her and we burst into fits of giggles.

"Really?! Did you go to Machu Picchu? I've always wanted to go there." She stated while she twisted her fork to get a hold of the carbonara we are eating. I looked down and saw I have mine too. I picked the fork up and began eating.

"Not yet. That's my next destination though. Wanna come?" I said still riding along. We laughed once again then Harry cleared his throat which halted our laughing session.

"Sorry." I muttered and ate. There was silence and it kills me. I inhaled a deep breath and bit my lip. Clinking of utensils were the only one I hear.

I drank from the glass in front of me and dabbed the napkin on my lips' corner and continued eating. Soon, Bella finished and stood up and excused herself, leaving me and Harry alone. Awkward silence ensued and no one said a word. I was almost done and so is Harry. I quickly finished my food and gathered the dishes. I made my way to the dishwasher with Harry trailing behind me holding his own plate.

I placed them onto the washer and he followed my actions. I turned to him and sighed.

"I'll unload them." I spoke quietly. He kept his gaze cold and hard.

"Suit yourself and don't break anything." He rolled his eyes and walked out. I turned around and looked at everything. The plates from our lunch earlier were still here, the pots and pans they used for cooking was still here. I started to think on why Harry doesn't have maids or anyone in this house.

I shook it off and started washing. Pans, pots, plates, spoons, forks, bowls and glasses. I finished them and picked up the last thing left carelessly, but the material's blade slipped on my hold and cut my palm. I felt my palm sting from the contact and blood dripped. It was the knife.