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CHAPTER 9

9—Renleigh Kensington

By the time I woke up, I knew I was on my own. It was Saturday and probably around noon. As I glanced over to Harry's side, I wasn't surprised to find it empty and messy as if he had just rolled out of it. But he probably didn't just roll out then. If it really was noon, he was long gone with his friends and that meant I was alone.

Well, not alone-alone.

I had Dexter. Dax. Same letters.

Then I heard a knock on the bedroom door and I knew it couldn't have been him. Unless he learnt how to knock like a human. Then again, I don't think it would have sounded quite so soft but heavier and louder.

When the door opened, it revealed the youngest Styles and that's when I realised she was spending the weekend with us. Holy fuck. How did I forget that?

"Morning, Renny," she grinned as she walked closer with a tray in her hand. The smell of eggs and bacon instantly hit my senses but it didn't get to me the way it usually did. I felt my insides twist and my mouth water beneath my tongue and I knew I was going to throw up.

"Move, quick," I said hurriedly as I pushed the quilt aside and took my steps as fast as I could. I went straight for the toilet and just as I made it there, everything I had the night before—and at around three in the morning—was waving back at me from the toilet.

The sounds I made were horrible, I was never good with vomiting. I hated that shit. Then again, I couldn't imagine anyone liked it. It made my whole-body shiver and my throat burned after it, not to mention the disgusting taste in my mouth once everything emptied out of me. I spat in the toilet one last time before I flushed it and leaned my head on the seat, my eyes closed as I tried to find the energy in me to get up.

"Renleigh?" I heard the gentle, unsure voice from behind me. I hummed which sounded kind of like a question so that she would know I heard her and wanted her to carry on. "Are you alright?" again, I hummed in answer to let her know I was fine. "...okay," she responded and that's when I looked up, only to find myself alone again.

I crawled over to the sink then pulled myself up to quickly brush my teeth and clean my mouth. The disgusting taste and breath were quickly gone and now overpowered by the strong toothpaste scent which I preferred a lot more. I noticed, as I walked back into the room, that the window was now wide open and that the bed was made. I smiled gently at the thought of Olivia making the bed and getting the room together a bit before I grabbed a hair bobble and got my hair out of my face.

After I managed to get downstairs—because the steps were becoming quite the problem as of late—it very much felt like I was home alone. No sign of a soul anywhere.

"Olivia?" I called her name but surprisingly received no answer. I wondered if she was on the toilet but even then, she usually replied back. "Hmmm... I was going to have some ice-cream with my favourite girl but I guess I'll have it all to myself then?"

The fact that not even that managed to get her to show herself made me furrow my eyebrows. Then I thought of what happened before and if that made her maybe upset and that's why she was hiding? Not that it was her fault that the smell of eggs made me throw up but she was quite sensitive and took things very personally which my old self could definitely relate to a whole lot.

Suddenly, I remembered she hid outside the last time she was over and she got upset. She didn't want to be seen because she was crying so she went outside and hid behind the dog house. Yes, Dexter had a dog house but it wasn't like he ever was inside of it since he slept in the house.

It was freezing cold outside and I cursed as the chilly wind hit me in the face. I crossed my arms in front of chest as I walked over to the dog house and just as expected, Olivia sat behind it, her knees up to her chest as she hugged them tightly.