Deception ↠ H.S

Part 4

July 25th, 2018
8:32am

Anna rolled awake, heart pounding when she heard a noise coming from outside her bedroom door. It took her a good ten seconds before she remembered she has a new roommate and an additional ten seconds for her heart to calm down. She checked the time lit up on her phone screen, surprised she slept in an extra hour than she's used to. She had no new texts from Liam, which meant he was probably at the farm doing work in his office today.

She went in the bathroom that was conveniently located in the corner of her bedroom, brushing her teeth and combing the knots out of her hair before tossing it up in a ponytail. She also checked her outfit in the mirror to make sure it wasn't too revealing; a thin button up pajama shirt with matching shorts. She took a deep breath and unplugged her phone from the charger, opening the bedroom door.

She was immediately hit with the smell of food and the sound of dishes clanking around. She could hear her radio turned on in the kitchen, Harry's voice lowly singing along to the song. "Hi." She said slowly approaching as her eyes adjusted to the sun pouring into the room.

"Just in time! Good morning." Harry grinned, placing two plates on the breakfast bar with toast and eggs.

"You made me breakfast?" She narrowed her eyes, taking a seat on the stool. "Aren't I supposed to be the one making you breakfast?"

"Who made up that rule?" Harry shrugged, pouring a glass of orange juice for her. She thanked God that she had eggs and bread that wasn't expired.

"Just common courtesy, I suppose." She grabbed the cup from him, glancing down at her food. Did he poison my food? Was he going to kill me off and take over my home and tell Liam that I quit and ran off to a different country and let him keep everything to my name? "How do I know you aren't poisoning me?" She poked around her plate with her fork as he sat down across from her.

He grabbed his own fork, stabbing into her scrambled eggs before wrapping his lips around the metal. "Eat your damn food, Anna." He said between chews.

She laughed, scooping up eggs and shoveling them into her mouth. She hasn't had a home cooked meal in weeks. It tasted amazing. "Never took you as the cooking type."

"All I ever did was cook in that mansion I was living in for a couple years. I couldn't order food or anything. Liam's father, Geoff, would bring me groceries and stuff. I'd make him a list of what I needed for certain recipes. It was awesome." He explained, squirting ketchup onto his plate.

"Pineapple on pizza AND ketchup with your eggs? You're strange." She said in disbelief, taking a bite of her buttered toast.

"I know, I'm a bit of a weirdo." He smiled, taking a sip of his water bottle.

They took a moment to indulge in their breakfast, the sound of the radio humming along in the background.

"Do you still make music?" Anna asked, remembering Harry playing the guitar outside of the shed and how lovely it sounded. He definitely didn't forget how to play.

"Do I still sing and write? Yeah. I can't really record any music though." He smiled, a slice of toast in his hand.

"Oh, so you aren't the next Michael Jackson then? Being featured on the new Drake album?" She said sarcastically, her lips pressed to her cup of juice.

"Funny." He rolled his eyes, chomping on his food.

"I heard you playing guitar that day at the shed. It sounded nice." She said suddenly, sipping her juice to avoid the awkward eye contact.