Lost in The City // H.S.

Chapter 6

I wake to a warm body pressed up behind me. It's a strange feeling, one I'm not used to. It takes me a minute to register who it is, and how it happened. The feeling is new and a body I'm not familiar with. I look down to see an arm draped over me and my eyes scan over his mermaid tattoo that covers a portion of his forearm along with other seemingly random tattoos. I wonder if each one means something to him or if he just likes the way they look. I wonder how many he has.

I can feel soft puffs of his warm breath hitting the back of my neck and I'm surprised because I don't want to move. The feeling of his arm wrapped around me and his warm solid body pressed up against me is comforting and I don't want it to end like I thought I would. But despite the warmth of both his body and my bed compared to the cool air in my apartment I know I need to leave this situation. I gently lift his arm trying not to wake him and slip out of my bed.

I turn around watching him to makesure my departure didn't wake him. His hair looks darker against my white sheets, and I take notice that he doesn't have any tattoos on his back, the skin clear and smooth. I can see his muscles under his soft skin move as he sighs heavily and rolls onto his stomach gripping the pillow I was just laying on.

He looks so peaceful, his face completely relaxed, his lips parted slightly as small breaths fall from them. I enjoy seeing him this way, he looks innocent and sweet without the arrogant words falling from his plump lips. I find myself wanting to run my hand through his messy curls pushing them out of his face.

I can't help myself as I grab my camera off the shelf near my bed. I've been obsessed with light in photos lately and the morning light from my window is hitting him perfectly, he looks too beautiful. I'm sure he would think I was insane if he was to wake up at this moment but I just can't help it. I quickly snap a picture of him and it turns out even better than I thought.

I put my camera away quietly then head to the kitchen before he can wake and catch me staring at him again.

Every Sunday I make pancakes, it's a thing for me. I do it almost religiously. Ever since I was a little girl my dad and I would always make pancakes together for breakfast on Sundays and it's something I don't think I will ever stop doing. As I stand at the stove cooking my pancakes my mind starts to wander back to last night and how I ended up with Harry in my apartment and then my bed.

Never in a million years did I plan on having a boy in my bed last night and especially not Harry. I wonder what was up with him last night, why did he drink so much. And where was Piper or Liam when I needed them.

Crap Piper! In my hurry to save Harry from getting beat up I realize I never told Piper I was leaving. I grab my phone out of my purse that's hanging by my door and find multiple texts from her from last night.

I text her back, telling her I'm sorry that I forgot to tell her I was leaving, but I will tell her about it tomorrow. I don't know if I'm going to tell her about Harry or not. I know it's not a big deal and that nothing happened. But it feels strangely personal. The sadness I could see in his eyes makes me feel like last night is not something he wants to remember, much less talk about.

I'm cutting up some fruit as the pancakes cook when Harry strolls into the kitchen breaking me from my thoughts. He walks so quietly or maybe I'm so caught up in my head I don't notice him until he clears his throat grabbing my attention. He's still wearing only his briefs. He obviously doesn't seem to be self conscious at all. But I guess if I looked like that I wouldn't be either. His long body leans against the wall and he runs his hand through his messy hair, looking like he's ready for a Calvin Klein photo shoot. I keep my focus on cutting up the fruit in front of me because I'm not sure what to say.

"Good Morning," he says his voice thick and raspy with sleep. I can't help but think about how his voice sounds beautiful this early in the morning when the remains of sleep still linger.