Secrets

25

I stretched my limbs and a soft yawn left my lips. I slowly opened my eyes and adjusted to the light that was shinning through the window. The sheets were tangled around my bare legs so I had to untangle myself before getting out of the bed.

Harry had been kind enough last night to give me the bed. I urged him to take the bed and that I would sleep on the couch since this is his apartment. But he shook his head and demanded I needed the bed more.

I walked across the room and pushed open the bathroom door. "Shit!" I yelled when I realised Harry was inside. The towel was hanging low on his hips and his toothbrush was hanging out of his mouth while he fixed his hair. His eyes immediately looked at me.

"Sorry! I'm sorry!" I yelled and slammed the door shut. Fuck Olivia. I rested my head on the white wooden door scolding myself mentally for not having knocked.

A few seconds later the bathroom door opened making me stumble forward. I crashed into Harry's wet chest. My eyes glanced up to meet his green ones and an amused expression played on his face. "Enjoyed the view?" He asked teasingly as he helped steady me. My cheeks heated up and I pushed myself away from him a few steps.

"Um.." I awkwardly stood there not knowing how to reply to his question. I couldn't ignore the fact that he looked so attractive standing there with just his towel around his hips.

Harry was such an attractive man. He was effortlessly beautiful. His green eyes and curly hair just added to his beauty. His toned abs and chest glistened from the water under the light.

God had spent extra time in creating him.

Too bad he killed people for his job because otherwise Harry would've been a packaged deal not only was he attractive but he had a certain charisma and appeal to him. His teasing personality would make girls insane. I just knew it.

"Liv?" His voice brought me back to reality. "I asked if you wanted breakfast?" He smirked once he realised I was just standing there admiring his body.

"Um yes." I nodded and moved aside allowing him to pass out and head outside.

I released a breath I didn't realise I was holding once I entered the bathroom. It was all foggy from Harry's shower so I had to grab one of the face cloths near the sink to wipe away the misted mirror.

Once I got see my reflection I placed the cloth back onto the counter. I stared at myself and noticed how flushed I looked. My cheeks were a shade of red and my dark hair messily sat on top of my head. I turned the tap on and started to wash the sleep away from my eyes.

I remembered when I was looking for the first aid box for Harry I had stumbled across new toothbrushes so I bent down and pulled open the cabinet to find them. After grabbing a random pink one I ripped open the packet before retrieving the new brush.

I squeezed the toothpaste onto the brush and started the process. Allowing my eyes to wonder around the bathroom taking everything in.

I could tell Harry really liked modern things since this entire apartment was sleek and modern. I liked it better than Liam's because it was also minimalistic whereas Liam had many random things mainly painting and vases everywhere. I bet those random paintings and vases were worth millions of dollars knowing Liam.

I pulled my pants that I had burrowed from Harry to sit on the toilet to do my business. Harry has been warming up to me recently. I remembered when I first met him I thought of him as a sociopath. I frowned when I remembered when he pushed me onto the ground when I tried to escape Liam. He was really loyal to Liam which makes me wonder why? How did they meet? They were both fucked up in their own different ways. Harry was a little more gentle with me than Liam. I shuddered thinking of Liam still not being able to wrap my head around the fact I was related to him.

I rolled some of the toilet paper onto my hand and scrunched it up to wipe myself. Just as I was going to pull my pants up I noticed the red stain.

"Oh fuck me." I groaned.

Did it have to come now?

I was one of those girls who would miss their period for months and then randomly get it. I've been to the doctor numerous times to consult them about it but they always just brushed it aside saying it's because I was young and that it would regulate once I was older.

My period couldn't have arrived at a worst time. I didn't even have any pads or tampons with me.

I grabbed some toilet paper and tried to clean the blood that had gotten on the pants as much as I could before pulling them up. I had no choice because it's not like I had any other clothes here.

I felt my cheeks heat up once I realised that I had to tell Harry. I needed pads or tampons for my period and I doubt he would just have any feminine things laying about. Especially as I could tell he hardly ever uses this apartment. I exited the bedroom and appeared into the living room. Harry's back was facing me as I watched him toss bread into the toaster humming a small tune to himself.

The sizzling of whatever he was cooking distracting him as I approached him closer.

"Harry?"

He turned around with a spatula in hand. He raised his eyebrows at me and waited me to continue.

"I.. um— well you see I need.." I closed my eyes and reopened them to see him staring at me with confusion written across his face.

"Yes Olivia?"

"I need girl stuff.." I trailed off hoping that he would understand. He bit his lip staring at me.

"Yeah I know sorry I don't have any flowery smelling shampoos." He said apologetically.

"No not shampoos Harry." I groaned and brought my hands up to my heated cheeks. "It's that time of the month.. I need stuff."

"Oh."

"Yeah.."

"Um.. yeah.. we'll go get them now." He stumbled his words out as he turned off the stove.

"Actually Harry.. um I kinda ruined your pants too.." I mumbled. God I hated this. It's so humiliating. Periods are natural but I still didn't want to talk about it with a man who's older than me. It just puts me in an awkward situation.

"Oh." I could tell he was feeling more awkward. "That's ok. I never wear them anymore. Don't feel bad." He gave me a soft smile.

"How about I head down to the shops and you.." he trailed off while grabbing a white plate from a cabinet he opened above his head. He tossed the toast he had made and grabbed the spatula and rolled the sausages onto the plate. "Eat." He handed me the plate and I gently took it from him.

"Thanks Harry." I smiled as he handed me a fork along with a butter knife. "I'm really sorry about your pants again." I said feeling like I had to.

He waved me off. "Don't be." He walked away from me into the living room. "I'll be back from the shops soon."