Downfall [h.s]

↞ Chapter 26 ↠

Golden light spilled in from the cracked window, spilling over and warming my bare back. I usually kept my curtains closed to avoid waking up with the sunrise and today was no exception. For some reason, I was a lot warmer than usual.

It was only when I peeled open one of my eyes that I realized why. I wasn't in my room. The walls were too dark, the space too small, and the smell too boyish for it to be mine. Memories from last night accompanied with a growing migraine helped me remember where I was... and why I wasn't clothed. But the biggest reminder was the strong arm wrapped around my shoulders and the green eyes staring into mine.

For a second, neither one of us spoke as we relaxed in the comfortable silence. It was time for future Daisy and Harry to deal with the repercussions of last night. Now in the light of day, I felt both elated and guilty at the same time. I was in bed with a guy I had been pretending to not want for the past month. But I was also a terrible girlfriend since it wasn't the guy I was currently in a relationship with.

Guilt mixed with a hangover made for a terrible wake up call.

"Hi." Harry was the first to speak up, his voice still gruff and husky from waking up. If my stomach wasn't churning with shame, I would have been shivering from how sexy he sounded. Instead, I wished we could go back to being silently asleep without all of the guilt weighing me down.

"Hi," I echoed quietly, my gaze focusing on the sparrows on his chest rather than his eyes. We were silent for a moment, the only sounds coming from a bird singing outside his window. Somewhere in the distance another bird sang a response. I could lay here all day listening to their song if it meant avoiding the discussion we were about to have.

I softly traced the tip of my finger over the wings of the sparrow as I forced myself to push out the words that were stuck in my throat. "I think we're going to have to talk about what happened last night," I mumbled, retracting my fingers from his skin. I stayed snuggled into him, enjoying the warmth that I knew wouldn't be lasting long.

Harry sighed, the action moving me up and down with his chest. It was the typical Harry sigh: long and irritated. It matched the exact way I was feeling. This wasn't a conversation I wanted to have. But it had to happen. We did what we did, and now it was time to face the music.

"I know," He mumbled, pulling his arm from my shoulder and retreating. I took the hint and backed away from him, clutching the sheets to my chest as we sat up. He had seen all of me last night but now in the light of day, I felt the need to keep up some sense of modesty.

But before any talking could even happen, a loud buzzing caught both of our attention. There was a solid second of silence with us staring at one another in confusion until we simultaneously glanced over at Harry's phone. It sat silent on the nightstand so it wasn't his which clearly meant that it had to be mine. I looked around the room, wondering where I had left it. After a few seconds, I remembered that it was in the pocket of my dress on the floor by the foot of the bed. Sighing at the ill-timed interruption, I leaned down and patted down the skirt until I found the buzzing phone.