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Chapter 24

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∞ Chapter 24 ∞

I open my eyes, the sunshine peeking through the curtains. I sit upright while yawning and rubbing my neck.

I look over to my right, expecting to see Harry but am surprised to see the spot empty.

I rub my eyes and yawn again.

Quickly, I go into the bathroom to freshen up. After taking a quick shower, changing my clothes and brushing my teeth and hair, I walk down the stairs. There Harry stands in the kitchen, his back facing towards me. He is shirtless, a pair of black sweatpants hanging loosely at his hips.

A sweet aroma fills the air as Harry seems to be cooking something; breakfast.

"You could have told me you were going to get up instead of leaving me alone," I say, standing by the doorframe.

Harry turns around, his tattoos now in full view. My eyes graze each of them, landing on the butterfly tattoo on his chest and the vines at his lower abdomen. "I didn't want to disturb you when you were asleep."

He places a spatula down next to the frying pan on the stove. Harry walks towards me, placing his rather large hands on my hips. "What did Theo say to you yesterday?"

"Aw, is wittle Hawwy jewous?" I ask teasingly, pinching his cheek.

Harry pulls away from my hand, looking away from my eyes. "No I'm not, I just... didn't like the idea of him in a room with you... alone."

I smile softly. "Well, he started saying that he has feelings for me or something."

Harry's grip around my hips tighten, grasping my shirt in anger. "And... w-what did you say?"

"I told him that I think that he deserves someone better. And I told him I would like to stay friends with him and let him find someone else," I tell Harry.

He lifts his head and looks at me with hopeful eyes. "R-really? You left him? Why?"

"Harry," I start. "I left him for you."

Harry smiles widely, bringing his forehead to my own. "Why didn't you tell him that?"

"If you're implying that I am ashamed to call you mine, you're wrong. I know he doesn't know the truth about the whole SI thing so I decided to keep this a secret as well," I tell Harry, sliding my hands up his chest. He smiles softly, bringing his lips to mine. My knees wobble slightly. Damn him for having this affect on me...

Harry pulls away abruptly, looking down at my leg. "Did you change the bandage?"

I nod. "After I showered."

I look down at my hands, rubbing my wrist with my finger. Zayn and Perrie are both yearning to see each other, pleading God to be with each other. I cannot help but become guilty. Here I am with Harry, kissing him, being with him...

"What's wrong?" Harry asks.

I lift my head. "How did you know there's something wrong?"

"You always rub your wrist with your index finger when you're nervous or upset. So spill," Harry says simply and I smile.