Breaking Slowly // h.s. au

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

*Elsie*

Songs-

Love Somebody- Maroon Five

Near to You- A Fine Frenzy

Home- Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes

All These Things That I've Done- The Killers

The large calloused hands I've learn to love lead me into a room I had never been in- it took me a second to realize it was his room and when that hit me I started laughing slightly.

"What?" Harry asks with an amused look on his face.

"It's all just so crazy." I continue to giggle.

"What do you mean?" Harry sits down on his bed.

"A week ago I didn't even know you." I smile sitting next to him, "And now..."

"Now you are extremely attracted to me." He says straightening his back.

"Well..." I smile, "Yes. But I just never thought I would be here." I wave my hands around, motioning to the room, "I never thought you would want someone like me."

"Love." Harry takes my face in his hands, "You're all I want."

"Mmmm." I hum excitedly and blush at the embarrassing gesture.

"Come on." He says walking over to a large dresser and pulling out women's clothes.

What the fuck? Women's clothes...

"Um...?" I raise an eyebrow at the pair of jeans and the tee clutched in his hands. How many girls has he had over here?

"Don't worry they're for my sister." He says chuckling. I sigh in relief and take the clothes.

"Jeans?" I ask scrunching my face.

"For the morning." He smiles.

"Ah I see...So where is your sister?" I ask holding the clothes in my hands.

"With my mom..." He shuffles around drawers and pulls out random articles of clothing, theses ones however... are his, "At least I think she is." He drones out.

"Oh." I say taking the clothes he gives me.

"You can change in the bathroom." He says nodding towards the door of his room, "I'll be here."

I walk to the door of his room and slowly open the door. All of this is hitting me. I am going to be changing into his clothes to stay in his apartment... all when only around a week ago he was a douche bag.

I shut the bathroom door behind me and look in the mirror. This is where I have fallen to? To falling for someone in less than a week? Fuck.

With a string of curses I slip into the over-sized tee and realize that in my hands are a pair of his boxers. I almost drop them in shock but keep my hold on the smooth fabric and pull on my own jeans. I can't sleep in Harry's boxers... just a week- I keep reminding myself. But who am I kidding? I feel immense things for him and I'm grateful for him and if he left me now I don't know if I'd recover because even though it has been less than a week he has shown more care than anyone- apart from Jen and Mara- have in three years. Oh! And Violet. I can trust her and she has shown me kindness.