Weirdo //h.s. [Editing]

[13] Undress?

*a/n: The last chapter is now edited! If you want to go back and read it again, feel free because without all of the spelling mistakes and errors (there was a lot) it will probably make more sense! Sorry for the wait once again! Enjoy :)

Sydney

I wake up suddenly when I hear a crash coming from outside the door. Panic starts to rise when I hear Harry curse loudly and another bang sounds. I try to stand up but the pain that shoots through my side reminds me that I can hardly move. I sigh and lean back down, waiting for Harry to come in here and tell me what that was. The door opens quickly and Harry steps in with a small smile on his face.

"Did that wake you up?" He points his finger behind him and I try to see around him but fail.

"Yeah. What was that?" I ask and try to sit up again, failing like I knew I would. Harry walks over and lightly grips my hip, shimmying me up to a sitting position.

"I dropped the tray of food I was bringing to you." He chuckles and pulls away from me, looking down at me with a smile.

"Oh." I giggle.

"I spent the last hour cooking you breakfast and I dropped the damn tray, just my luck." He huffs and rolls his eyes with a smirk.

"That's okay, I'm not all that hungry anyway." I shrug and give him a small smile in return.

"Really? You really haven't eaten a lot lately." He creases his eyebrows and a small frown places itself on his face.

"I haven't had much of an apatite, I don't know why." I frown and look away, not wanting to talk about it any longer.

"Well, I'll make something else again in a bit."

"Okay." I say quietly.

"Do you want to get out of this room for awhile? See if you can walk a little?" Harry questions and sits down on the bed beside me, placing his hand in mine as an odd gesture.

"Actually, I was hoping I could take a bath. I haven't had one since I hurt myself and I feel absolutely disgusting, I imagine I look it too." I snicker and look down at myself, observing the filth indeed on my clothes and the stink I can smell on me.

"Not at all, but yeah, I'll help you get to the bathroom." He nods and helps me stand up, holding tightly onto my arm to make sure I don't fall.

He helps me take a small step away from the bed and I wince, gripping the side of his t-shirt for support. He holds onto me tighter and takes another small step, making sure I'm not in too much pain. We make it out of the room and into the hallway, still being carful with our steps and going slow. We turn the corner and Harry opens the bathroom door, bringing me into the room after turning the light on. I let go of Harry and grip the side of the sink for support. I turn to him and see he is just standing there looking at me with a smile. I return the smile while standing there awkwardly, not knowing what to do because he isn't leaving and I don't know why.

"You can go now..." I trail off awkwardly, pointing to the door behind him.

"Oh, right... Here, I'll start the bath for you before I go." He takes fast steps to the tub and turns the faucet, testing the temperature of the water.

I watch as the water pours down onto the marble surface and pools around the drain, not able to go down. It's stuck there, trapped in the bath, not going anywhere. It reminds me of me; as stupid as that sounds. I'm trapped here in this house with Harry, stuck in place, not able to go anywhere for who knows how long. The water symbolizes me in some weird way; my life is like fucking bath water.