Black

XXXIII

Waking up drenched in sweat wasn't exactly how anyone wanted to wake up. It was another night with another nightmare, the same nightmare I have had for almost two years. The same image I couldn't get out of my head.

I tried to push getting out of the room as much as I could because I didn't want to cause any disturbance to Harry if he was asleep again.

Opening the door with the slightest amount of noise, I closed the door behind Zoella and Charlie then started looking around in an attempt to find if Harry was awake or not, after all, I had made him stay up late last night.

I was just about to walk into the kitchen when I heard soft voices coming out of it, making me stop in place and, as much as I didn't want to pry into his private life, inch towards the voices to try and catch what they were saying.

I could easily decipher his voice, along with it there was the voice of a girl. His sister?

"You are going to burn it you idiot," she said, then there was a matter of moving and curses before the 'hss' sound filled the air as the tap water started running, putting out what I guessed was the burned food.

"You know, you warn someone before it actually starts emitting smoke and burns not after," he said annoyingly.

"You are the one cooking!"

"And you are the one distracting me," he shot back.

"I was just asking for how long they were staying here!" I bit down on my lip, taking a step back when Harry came in sight and opened a cabinet then started rummaging through it until he came out with a pan, his back turned to me.

He looked at what I assumed was her, "And in return, I told you that it's none of your business."

"Ugh, man, no one can ever come out with a proper answer from you," she said as she too came into view, resting her back to the island. "Why are you even doing this for her in the first place? Do you like her?"

Before he could even let out as much of a breath, I coughed and made my way to the kitchen, my heartbeat, unwillingly, pounding harder against my chest as I hoped that there wouldn't be any traces of pinkness on my cheeks.

They both snapped their heads towards me simultaneously. I gulped at the sudden attention, "Good morning."

Harry looked at his sister, pursing his lips into a thin line before looking back at me, "Morning!"

She cleared her throat, "Am just going to go back to my apartment, I will see you later," she said barely finishing the sentence before she scurried out of the flat, leaving him alone with me.

I played with the hem of my shirt and looked elsewhere, not knowing what to say next and hoping I would have just stayed in the room.

"I made breakfast," he said, "well, I burnt breakfast, but I'm making breakfast now." He rubbed his neck.

"I could...smell that."

He smiled sheepishly, "That was my sister, Gemma," he pinched the bridge of his nose, "again."

I nodded, clearing my throat, "About our stay here, by the way, just give me a few more days and I will find a place to stay-"

"Don't worry about it, really," he said as he walked to the stove and started putting some contents into the pan. "Are you a fan of bacon?"

Ignoring his last question, I proceeded, "I'm serious, we won't be staying here for long, I promise."

"I will guess that you are a fan of bacon."

"H-"

"Why do you have to do such a big deal out of everything, Josephine?" He gave me a side glance, "You are going to stay here, there isn't really such a problem in that. If you look around, the flat isn't quite big, but it can fit more than one person. This can be your new house," he said faintly, "we can be roommates, if you want to call it that." He shrugged.