Change (punk h.s.)

Chapter 21

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SYDNEY'S POV

Harry has been awfully quiet in these past few days but so have I. Things have been a bit awkward after the other day, after the kiss. I feel like it's my fault. I was the one who threw myself at him. But the talk we had at the gym just got me thinking. He said that it feels like there is some chemistry between us. He told me he's going to keep me safe. I'll be lying if I said that didn't cause me to feel safe and warm inside.

Zack called me the other day. Apparently Miranda told him everything. She just can't keep her mouth shut, can she?

Zack was basically yelling at me through the phone, telling me how he doesn't trust Harry and how he thought I had more respect for myself. But I did something that surprised me. I lied to Zack too. I could have told him the truth but I lied. I could have said that I did it just to avoid any awkwardness between Sam and I but no, I had to say me and Harry are actually together. He scolded me and he hanged up the phone. He is very angry at me.

For my luck, he didn't tell mom. Mom would have freaked out, no doubt. She would have drove all the way here, well forced Zack to drive her here and then she would have dragged me out of here and that is not what I want. Of course I miss them but I don't want to go back there, it's nice to have some space for myself. Even though I live with Harry, he gives me the space I need. He's not always bugging me, like Zack was.

Harry hasn't thrown a party in ages and what I've heard he has been doing that every weekend before I moved in. I am afraid I am holding him back or something. Also people have called him a manwhore and told me he slept with lots of women and I haven't seen him bring any girls to the apartment. I should talk to him about that.

As a sign there he comes, opening his bedroom door and he steps out, with only his boxers of course. He closes his bedroom door, like he always does. He rubs his eyes as he yawns. "Morning", he mumbles, walking straight to the bathroom. I continue eating my cereal, watching some Friends on TV, I'll talk to him after he comes out of the bathroom.

Few minutes later I hear the shower being turned on and I groan. It takes at least 20 minutes when he takes a shower. I don't know what takes him so long, when I lived with mom and Zack, it took about seven minutes for Zack to take a shower. I thought men were quick at it but I guess not all of them.

As the episode of Friends ends, Harry comes out of the bathroom. His hair is still wet and it reaches his shoulder, it actually suits him, I didn't think it would though.

"Harry?", I call out as I place the bowl on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"Yea?", he groggily replies, tightening the towel around his waist.

"Come here", I say, patting on the seat next to me. He looks at me with his eyebrows raised, hesitating before he walks closer, slowly sitting next to me on the couch.

"What is it?", he asks with a small voice. Can he be more quiet?

"You haven't had any parties or girls over lately, is it because of me?", I get straight to the point. I hate it when people give unnecessary explanations before talking to someone, it is annoying.

"Uh, what? No. Why would it be?", his voice comes more rushed than they were meant to, I suppose. His face gave it all away.

"Are you embarrassed of me or something?"