Across the Pond

Chapter 43

*Tori's POV*

I roll over and my hand flops off the chair causing me to startle awake.  Wait, I'm not on a chair anymore.  I sit up quickly and my eyes jump around the room as if searching for something, I don't know what.

"Harry?" I call worriedly.  Nothing.  He's probably making breakfast knowing him.  What happened last night?  My torso falls forward and I flop onto the bed, groaning sleepily.

I only begin to move when my stomach grumbles.  Slowly, I lower my feet to the floor and make my way out of the room.  "Harry" I call again, rubbing my eyes.  Still nothing.  What the hell?  Where is he?  He's not in the kitchen, so I start touring the house looking for him.  My head is pounding with a headache, so I walk through the house with one hand holding my head and the other gripping the railing on the innumerable amount of steps.  

I don't see him anywhere.  I'm on the bottom floor, looking in the bathroom when I hear the door fidgeting.  My heart starts pounding in my chest and I run behind the pool table, grabbing a cue stick for protection, not that I'd know what to do with it, but just in case.  

I crouch down behind the table to hide and the door swings open and someone walks in.  My breathing gets caught in my throat until I see his famous brown curls flopping on the back of his head.  His back is to me as he shuts the door behind me.  He's only wearing running shorts and sneakers and he has his hair tied back on the top of his head.  

"Good God, Harry" I breath a sign of relief as I stand up to walk to him.  He turns back around and jumps back about five feet, ripping out the ear buds from his ears.  "Shit!"

"Sorry!" I rush.  Noticing the beads of sweat dripping down his chest and his heave panting, I ask, "Where'd you go?"

"For a run."  His tone is clipped and catches me off guard.  Something bad must've happened last night.  I only remember going to the restaurant and getting pretty drunk, then screaming at Harry for something.  I don't think I fell asleep in the bed and I don't know how I got there... or why I ended up there.  

"And you didn't ask me to go?" I hug my arm at my side.

"You don't run" he shrugs.

"You could've still asked."

"Tori, do you want to go for a run with me?" he asks with fake sincerity.

"No, but thanks for asking" I smirk.  He rolls his eyes and steps around me.  "Wait, I'm sorry."  I don't know what I'm sorry for exactly just yet, but I have a feeling an apology is due.  He just shrugs and keeps walking towards the steps.  "I mean about last night."

He stops to look at me from the second step, "It's okay.  I know it didn't look good."  Okay, now I'm really confused.  What actually happened last night?

"You got that right" I laugh humorlessly.  ".... What didn't look right exactly?" I ask, quieter this time.  

His eye brows furrow at me, then he must realize that I don't remember what happened last night because something flashes behind his eyes.  I don't know if he's debating whether or not to actually tell me what happened.  I hope he does.  I can't take any more surprises.  

"Erm.. well Hannah texted me last night--" he starts slowly, gauging my reaction. 

Oh.  I do slightly remember looking at a phone, but I don't know what the message said.  He continues cautiously, "She's a model so--"

"Okay, that's fantastic.  I probably over reacted a bit last night, but can you just accept my apology and shut up before I get mad again."

"You got that right" he mocks me playfully from before which permits a light laugh from escaping my lips.  He presses his lips together in a tight line to hold back his own laugh.  "Do you wanna go to a fashion show?"  My eyes widen both irritated that he'd ask me to go see blondie, and at the fact that he wants to take me to a legit fashion show, not just the one I put on for him when trying on clothes.