Palas

24. "So? I had a bad hair day."

Judging from what is happening in my room right now, you could think that me and Harry are a couple. The type of couple that is attached to the hip. The type of couple I am with James. Yet, I and Harry are not.

Still you could think that because whilst I am under the shower – and yes the door is locked – Harry's making me breakfast. It is a surprise that I am not hanging over the toilet or drooling in my bed. Maybe it is because of Harry's forced water's or the fact that I just finished three nightshifts. Probably a combination of both.

But I feel much more alive than I did twenty-four hours ago and Rosie forced me to sit on the balcony with her. I'm so happy she's at work for the rest of the day. That means another day of sleep and peace.

My hair is still wet when I enter my room again. I'm wearing one of my father's old shirts with shorts. It's my favorite sleep attire.

"Black Sabbath, huh?" Harry hums while looking to my shirt.

"It's my dad's," I explain thinking of the fact that I should post my postcard and phone him.

"Your dad is even cooler than me then." He sniffles a bit.

"Way cooler," I laugh my mind filling with happy memories about him. It's strange considering our life together, I only have happy memories of him.

"I should probably call him to tell I pulled an all-nighter. He'd be so proud."

"Proud, really?" Harry frowns flipping our French toast.

"He's weird," I mumble as I stand behind Harry.

His hair is long, almost touching his shoulders. It's strange that I am so comfortable around this boy. He fascinates me and there's this small part of me, that I am ignoring very hard, that wants to touch him. Brush those curls away and kiss his neck while I wrap my arms around his waist.

But I know it is because I miss James.

"I like weird," he says shoving the French toast on two plates.

He turns around with the plates in his hands, surprised at how close I am. We stare for a moment letting the electricity between us buzz for just a second. Then I grab my plate and run for the balcony.

"Your weird also," he announces his presence on the balcony with another compliment. At least, I am going to take it as one.

"And you consider yourself normal?" I ask.

"No," he chuckles. "Not at all."

"Well you can cook," I say after my first bite. "This is the best breakfast I have had in ages."

"You know it is the most important meal of the day?" He says playfully.

"Oh shut up," I tell him and roll my eyes.

"You forget all sense of life when you come here. Have you noticed?"

"Have you looked around this place?" I counter back.

"That's not Rosie's work?"

"Nope." It's mine. My own mess.

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"Why won't you just sleep," he muses.

His head is bobbing above the sofa facing me. After his breakfast I went to bed, but for some reason Harry didn't move himself in to the room next to me.

"I can't sleep with you looking to me," I tell him.

"Then turn around," he says, but doesn't he understand I don't want to sleep when I can stare to him?