Butterfly ✿ h.s.

Chapter ✿ 7

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Holly's POV

I wake up to the smell of sizzling bacon and the ding of a kettle signaling that the water it holds is boiled. My eyes crack open and I look around the foreign room. Where am I? I push myself up off the plush bed that I'm lying in and shove the plethora of pillows surrounding me away. The room is huge. Huge. Looking straight ahead, there are huge french windows that overlook a park. Looks like Hampstead Heath. I think, recognizing the place. To my right is a huge dresser, overflowing with clothes, and to my left is a door, probably leading to the bathroom.

"Hello?" I nervously call out. No response, but I start to hear footsteps coming closer to the room. Scared, I pull the covers tightly around me, seeming that I'm still in last night's dress.

"Are you decent?" A deep, husky voice calls through the door.

"Yes," I say, and the door opens. Behind it is Harry. Shirtless. My eyes rake over his body, eyeing all his tattoo. On his torso, a butterfly is placed over his tight, ab muscles. Moving up to his shoulders, numerous other tattoo's adorn him. All over his right arm, tattoos are scattered.

"Hi," He says.

"Hi," I murmur. "Why am I-" He cuts me off.

"Look, I didn't do anything wrong it's just that after I left you fell asleep, probably because of that one beer that you had." He stops and smiles at what a lightweight drinker I am. "Well I couldn't leave you on the side of the street!"He exclaims once seeing my expression. "So I carried you to my car and I drove you home." He finishes, shrugging his shoulders. "So I'm making some breakfast downstairs if you want to ?" He asks.

"Yeah, um. Well." I fiddle with my fingers, unsure of how to ask the question. "I'm in last night's dress, so do you mind if I.." I trail off.

"Oh! Yeah just feel free to have a shower and just grab a top of mine."

"Kay." I say and Harry nods and walks off. I walk into the bathroom and turn on the huge shower. When I step in, and feel the hot water hit my back, I feel so much better, although it dosen't help with the uneasy feeling of the day I have to face.I clean my face and step out of the shower. Wrapping the towel around my body, I pad back into the room, and pull out the top drawer. Bingo. I rifle through his tops until I find one that I think will go down to my knees, It's a blue plaid flannel. I do up the buttons and throw my hair into a ponytail. I reopen the door that Harry went through and make my way through his house and downstairs. I find Harry in the kitchen, cooking an egg.

"Ah, I forgot to ask, how do you like your egg?" Harry turns around from the stove and looks me up and down.

"Just like that is fine thanks," I say, and he hands me a plate with and egg and toast.

"What kind of coffee do you like?" He asks.

"Uh, I don't drink coffee actually, just peppermint tea."

"Okay." Harry pulls out his phone, dials a number and starts talking into the phone. "Yeah I'll have 2 peppermint teas thanks." He puts his phone away and smiles. I point to the phone.

"Wha-"

"Starbucks" He finishes my sentence. I continue eating my egg until a doorbell rings, minutes later. Harry walks over to the door and comes back holding a newspaper and two Starbucks cups. He places a cup labelled 'P Tea' in front of me, and begins sipping his own labelled with the same thing. As I drink my tea I realise that last night's lipstick is coming off on the cup.

"So you should probably find this out now, before someone else tells you. Here." Harry slaps down the Daily Mail and points to the front page, which has a picture of me and him kissing. My hair is all tangled in his hands, which are conveniently covering my face so anyone else but him and me don't know who it is. The page is entitled 'Harry's new mystery girl!'.