Something Special {H.S.}

23: Almost

A/N
So, this story will always be in Ellie's point of view, unless I decide to switch it up. If that happens, I will put: 'Y/N pov' before they're part begins. So from now on, if that's not there, then the chapter is automatically is viewed from Ellie's perspective.

Picture of a new character (Daria) at the top!

Enjoy!
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I wake with a start.

Where the hell am I? This is not my room.

It takes a minute for me to remember where I am, along with yesterday's events.

"Harry?"

I am met with silence. The room is very dark and dim, but I can see the sun trying to peek through the thick black curtains. Looking over the side of the bed, I notice that the pillow and blanket are still on the floor, unused.

Sighing in exasperation, I sit up and notice two things. 1. I am no longer topless. 2. Someone dressed me in thick fleece pajamas. A red and grey snoflake 2 piece pajama set. I even have a bra on. Who the hell changed me?

My cheeks instantly heat up at the thought of Harry changing me, but that's quickly thrown out the window. He didn't even sleep in here, I doubt he would've changed my clothes.

A small knock interrupts my thoughts.

"May I come in?"

The unfamiliar voice catches me off guard and I'm instantly laced with suspicion. The knock sounds again, yet I am frozen. What do I do? I kind of can't walk, so essentially, I'm helpless. I look around the room frantically for some kind of weapon, but none is visible to the naked eye. I really need to have my own gun.

I think for a minute of different scenarios that could play out if I let this person in. Well, if this person really wanted to hurt me, I guess they would have shot through the door to get in, right?

"Um, who is it?"

The soft voice answers, "Daria."

That answer stumps me. I have never met a single Daria, in my life, well besides the one on the tv show, and I don't remember anyone with that name amoung the Pythons'.

Sighing, I make a decision. "Come in."

The door opens quickly to reveal a short brown skinned girl with dark eyes and a curly black knot at the top of her head, holding a tray.

A bright smile graces her face, "Good morning, did you sleep well?" She approaches me and places a silver tray full of food on my lap.

"Um, yes?"

"Oh, that's good to hear."

The girl, Daria, begins to rearrange the food in the silver tray while I just stare in confusion.

"Um... who are you?" She freezes before giving a short laugh.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I should've known you wouldn't remember me dressing you, silly me. I'm Roxy's little sister, Daria. By the way, you have awesome boobs, I wish mine were that big."

My eyebrows shoot up so fast I'm surprised they didn't fly straight off my head.

Roxy has a little sister? She changed me? Where is Roxy? Boobs? I remember Harry's hasty call to her last night, so why is her sister here? Where's Harry? My head spins with these questions, but the only thing I manage to choke out is:

"Oh, um thanks? I-I'm Ellie."

Daria, looking satisfied with the tray steps back and gives me a small smile. "Oh, I know who you are. Harry told me all about you." A strange feeling shoots through me. "Harry talked about me?"