broken » h.s. (COMPLETED)

eight

Bailey's POV

"No Harry." I pushed him off and ran to my bathroom, shutting the door and locking it behind me. A million questions flooded my mind, swirling around.

Was I about to kiss him?

Was he going to kiss me?

Did he want to?

Did I want to?

I took off my clothes and started the shower. When the water got to the warm temperature that I wanted, I stepped in. I let all of the whipped cream, flour, and chocolate syrup roll off of me and go down the drain. I scrubbed myself with soap and scrubbed out my hair.

When I was done I shut off the water. I wrapped myself in a towel and opened the door a crack. I checked for Harry and didn't see him, and I sprinted to my room. I shut the door behind me and went through my drawers, picking out my outfit today.

I got some white shorts and a blue shirt, throwing them on. I brushed my hair and slowly crept into the kitchen. I saw Harry attempting to clean everything up.

"Harry, you can use the shower." I said shyly.

He looked up, startled. I smiled and he replied, "I should finish cleaning this."

"Harry your footprints are covered with syrup, you're making what you've cleaned dirty again. Just go shower I'll start cleaning." I said.

He smiled and nodded. He started walking to the bathroom. "Bailey?" He said.

"Yeah?" I said, turning to face him.

"I'm sorry about before." He said, looking down.

"Harry, don't worry about it." I smiled slightly and shook my head, but the words barely came out in an whisper.

He gave off a sorry smile and went into the bathroom. Once I was sure he was in, I put some fresh clothes in the bathroom. I had them from my past boyfriends. I didn't have the courage to go and return them.

I closed the bathroom door and returned to the kitchen. I sighed, then got down on my hands and knees, scrubbing the tile. Once the floor was done, I did the counter and table, then threw out all of the empty bottles and bags.

Harry returned into the kitchen, a surprised look on his face. "Wow, you did all of that already?" He said.

"Yeah, plus you take really long showers."

"Well there was syrup. All over." He added.

I smiled and he asked, "Why do you have these clothes?" He glanced down at the clothing he was wearing.

"Um, they're my ex boyfriends' clothes." I said quietly and pretended to be interested in cleaning something.

"Why do you still have them?" He said, walking and standing next to me.

I sighed, "I was to afraid to give them back." I barely whispered.

"I'm sorry." He said, in the same tone as me.

"Harry, I honestly don't need your sympathy. I don't want it. A lot of guys cheated on me, I get it. It happened. But you can't change it, so please just stop." I said firmly but quietly.

"Okay, I didn't mean to." Harry said shyly, "I think I'm gonna go back to my place." He mumbled.

"Harry, I'm sorry." I said, apologetically.

"It's fine. I'm not mad or anything." He put on a smile, and I hesitantly returned it, as he collected his things and walked out the door.

I exhaled loudly and got his old clothes and put them in the washer machine, along with the clothes I wore before the 'food fight'.