It's Complicated... - H.S

Chapter 9: Painkiller.

A/N: sorry this update took so long!! I've been working really hard on the Stylist series, but I'm back in action!

I wake up, and walk out of the room, wearing the clothes I slept in, and feeling like absolute shit right now. I felt fine yesterday, but right now it feels like I've been hit by a bus at least sixty seven times.

I feel the breeze on my legs in the room, the chill of my room making me shiver, but it could be the lack of pants and bra. I wait for the water to boil so I can make my tea and I cross my arms over my chest, closing my eyes and furrowing my brows.

"Goldie?" I peel my eyes open, and see Harry standing there coming into the kitchen. He wears a flannel, and the same black jeans, probably ready to go to class.

"Morning." I mumble, hearing my hoarse voice for the first time this morning.

"You sound like shit." He mumbles, and I glare over my shoulder.

"Thanks I didn't notice." I mumble, uncrossing my arms, and reaching in the cabinet for the box of tea bags.

"And you're not wearing pants..." He mumbles. As I reach over my head I feel the breeze, feeling the cold air on my exposed lower half, but I ignore it. "Can you inform me as to why you're not wearing pants?" He asks, and I shrug, bringing the tea down.

"Reason number one... because I didn't feel like putting pants on to come into my own kitchen. Reason number two... I fucking hate pants. Reason number three... Because it bothers you." I tell him, taking the kettle off of the stove and pouring water into a mug, placing the tea bag inside.

"Doesn't bother me..." He mumbles, and I turn around seeing him direct his eyes elsewhere quickly.

"I feel like ass." I mumble, leaning forward against the counter. He comes around the counter, and pulls on the tshirt, his fingertips grazing my skin.

"Maybe it's because you're showing too much ass... Now I see why you wear my shirts... because they actually cover you." He mumbles, pouring himself a mug and grabbing himself some tea.

"My ass is perfect, you're just jealous." I feel like my voice is flat right now, but that's because I feel flat, I feel so blah.
"I have a very nice ass thank you very much." He mumbles, and I raise my eyebrows.

"Really? I wouldn't know, why don't you show me?" I ask, and he sighs.

"You're so obnoxious... You don't feel well?" He asks, and I shake my head, turning around, and pressing my back to the counter. "Come here, let me feel you..." He waves his hands.

"You don't have to tell me twice." I mumble, and he rolls his eyes, pressing his hand to my head.

"Holy shit Goldie you're burning up." He mumbles, taking his hand away from my head, and pressing it to my neck.

"It's fine, I'll be better by tomorrow or something. Don't you have class?" I ask, and he shakes his head.

"No I have an obligation to take you to the doctor, and to make sure you're not actually sick." He mumbles, and feels my forehead again. "Yea, you need to go to the doctor, you're not going to class today love." He mumbles, and I roll my eyes, bringing my mug to my lips.

"Thanks for taking care of my daddy." I joke, and he glares at me.

"Sick or not I will still take you down Goldie." He points a warning finger and I smirk as I watch him.

"Sounds... inviting." I bring my mug down, and smirk.

"Stop looking at me like that." He mutters, turning away but flipping his eyes in my direction.