Denial

Chapter 9

I open my eyes slowly and I start to adjust them to the light around me. I look at my surrounding, slightly confused since I don’t recognize this white walls. That is until I remember I spend the night at Harry’s. 

I feel a weight around my waist. I look down only to see Harry’s arms around me. I don’t know how, but he managed to put his leg around mines, and we’re at the very end of the bed. I’m surprised by how little space we’re actually occupying in this huge bed. I didn’t notice Harry fell asleep next to me, I guess If I did I would’ve gone to the other room. This is too strange for me. I’m not used at waking up with someone next to me with their arms around me, and as hard as it is for me to accept it, it feels quiet nice. However, I wouldn’t like waking up to him every morning.

Harry is still sleeping. His mouth is slightly open, and little puffs of air leave his lips. Something about those lips of him make me go crazy. I always have this huge urge to crash my lips against his, and it is not because I like him or anything like that. It is just that every single time I look at those pink lips, I wonder what It would actually feel to kiss him? They look so soft.

I have to admit it, he looks cute when he is sleeping.

I need my phone to check the time, since we have school. I try to reach for my phone, which is in the nightstand, but I’m really careful trying my best not to move a lot. I don’t want him to wake up just yet. I smile once I succeed and I turn it on to check what time is it. 

It is 7:30.

Holy fuck. School starts in ten fucking minutes, how in the world are we getting there in ten minutes? 

I start to shake Harry, to wake him up. We really need to get going.

“Harry” i whisper.

I hear Harry groans, and his eyes start to open slightly. Once his eyes are fully opened, he looks around the room until his eyes finally meet mine. A frown appears on his face, and as soon as he notices his arms are still around me, he quickly gets off of me. 

“Shaila?” he asks, his voice sounding raspier than usual. 

“Harry it is 7:30, we need to get to school” I say. We’re going to be late, I already know that, but I don’t want to be that late.

Harry yawns and stretches before he sits down on the bed. “Okay, we should get ready then” he says, and I nod. That is when I realize I don’t have any clothes with me.

Harry starts to make his way to the door. “Erm Harry” I call out. He turns to look at me, and waits for me to talk. “I don’t have anything to wear” I finally say. 

“Follow me” he says, and I do as I’m told. I follow him to his room. He goes to his dressing room and begins to find something for me to wear. I just sit on the end of the bed as I wait for him.

After a few minutes, he is finally back with some clothes. He throws them at me, just like he did in his party. This is the second time Harry has lend me clothes. 

“This should work” he says. “There are a pair of boxers too, the only thing I don’t have is over the shoulder boulder holder” he smirks.

I can’t help but laugh at Harry’s nickname for “bra”. “It is fine, I have mine” I say.

“Okay, you can take a quick shower here if you want, I’ll use my parent’s bathroom” he says, and I nod. 

Once he leaves the room, I close the door and I get in the bathroom. I lock the door, just in case, and I begin to take a shower. The hot water feels so good on my skin, it is so relaxing. I use some of Harry’s shampoo, which is for men but whatever, and I clean my skin with some soap. The only thing he doesn’t have is conditioner, and that’ll make my hair so difficult to brush.