Loneliness H.S

Chapter Four

I wake up to the feeling of sheets sticking to my body. I open my eyes and let them roam around the room that was too dark to see yesterday. The room is very normal. A bed, a dresser, lamps, two nightstands on each side of the bed. It's like any other room, but my favorite part of it is the big window, with a bench under it. I sat there the majority of the night. It was absolutely beautiful, and I had a full view of the stars. At first, it was a little too foggy to see anything, so just looked at the trees. Then I saw Harry walk out the door. He stopped once he had walked a few meters, and he just stood there for a minute before he looked around. As he did so he turned up to look at my window, my eyes met him as I take in the sight of him in the little moonlight that shone through the fog. When he looked away from me he just stood there, he closed his eyes and stood there. The fog started to disappear, and when the stars were completely visible he started walking away into the forest again. I wondered where he was going, but I didn't follow him. I just sat there staring at the now clear night sky.

I get up from the bed and open the window to get some air in. It has been warm all night, and the sun isn't making the day any less warm then the night. I make my way back to the bed and lay down on top of the covers. I could barely sleep last night when I first got to bed, I just couldn't stop thinking of what he said "You really shouldn't believe in rumors. They are rumors for a reason, you know" Was it about what he did to get thrown out? Nevertheless, it doesn't matter how much I think about it because I'm never going to get answers unless I actually ask him.

My stomach growls signaling that I should go get some food. I lift myself up from the bed and walk to the door leading into the hallway. I stop in the doorway and look to my right where the bathroom is, maybe I should put a little makeup on. I took it off before I went to bed last night. I walk into the bathroom deciding on making myself somewhat presentable. I put on some concealer, mascara, and fill in my brows real quick. I pull my hair up into a ponytail and brushing my teeth before walking out of the bathroom. I turn to look at Harry's bedroom door as I walk past it. It's straight over the hall from my room. The door isn't completely shut, and as I try to look inside he is nowhere to be seen, so I assume he's downstairs.

I walk over to the stairs and make my way downstairs. As I get down I take a quick look around, but he isn't here either. Where is he? Has he left me here? No, where can he go? It's his house. I wonder if there are more houses out here, but I doubt it since he is the only one here.

I walk into the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. I open the fridge to see what I can make. He doesn't have any food except some apples, so I take one while I decide to check out the house. He's not here so he can't get mad or anything. I have already seen my room, the bathroom, the kitchen, and the living room. The only rooms I haven't seen yet are Harry's room and the two rooms in the hall beside the stairs. I assume Harry wouldn't like it if I went into his room so I won't. I admit I'm curious, of course, but I'm going to respect that. For now at least.

I start walking towards the stairs where the hallway is. I notice that the hall isn't so long. There aren't any pictures hanging on the walls, in fact, there aren't any pictures anywhere in this house. There are two doors at the end of the hallway, and I decide to check out the left one first.

I open the door, and inside is just a bunch of fitness equipment. Of course, he has his own gym, that body doesn't get like that by itself. Fitness doesn't exactly interest me that much, so I close the door and open the door to the other room.

When the door opens I am met by a medium sized room. Big shelves are pushed up against every wall and filled with all kinds of books. In the middle of the room, there is a chair, and couch circled around a small table. It is breathtaking, probably not for everyone, but for me it definitely is. I love books, and it is just the best thing that could have happened to me right now. I walk over to the books, letting my finger stroke the back of every book as I move around admiring every single one.