Everything Unreasonable (Complete)

Chapter 7

Where am I? I thought to myself as I jolted up in a different bed and looked around the room I woke up in. The lights were off and my eyes adjusted. I was in a queen sized bed with a white blanket covering me, dressed in pajamas that I had not put on myself. The room around me was simple, dark blue, yellow, and white. Mellow colors that reminded me of a hotel room design. Snapping me out of my analysis was the door to the room creaking open slowly. Out of fright I closed my eyes and lowered myself back into bed, trying to pretend I was asleep. I heard shuffling and felt movement beside me in the bed. Someone got under the covers and curled up next to me. “Emma, if you can hear me. It’s Harry. I just don’t want you to freak out when you wake up.” His voice broke my heart immediately, as his so obviously was. My mind went through everything that had happened and I remembered about the adrenaline, the passing out. My body boiled up with the sight of Harry and Grace. As if Harry had sense my sudden change in mood, he spoke again. “Emma, are you still mad at me?” I waited a moment, letting silence fall, and then shuffled to face away from him. “Yes.” My voice chocked with tears again. I didn’t want to be mad at him but I knew that I had to be.

Harry did not answer. Harry slid forward, gripping his arms around my waist and turning me, pulling me in to face him. He studied me intently for what felt like minutes, his eyes keeping me frozen in place. If his arms hadn’t been holding me there I still wouldn’t have been able to move anyway. “You’re awake.” He said his voice raw and gravelly. His grey eyes were bloodshot and puffy. “Yeah, I’m awake.” I said before I could stop myself. Harry’s eyes widened in disbelief and he swooped his head in, kissing me. I was still on the bed, on edge but at the same time relaxed. Harry pulled off me and spoke quickly. “Look, um, I know that I messed up. And, and I know you’re really mad at me. But please, Emma please, just let it go. Only for now, then you can, um, go back to being mad at me all you want.” I stared at him; tears began flowing down my cheeks. “Okay.” I choked out. He smiled gratefully and placed his lips over mine, innocently but needy. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pulled my closer to him until every single part of our bodies touched. I pulled his face closer to mine and kissed him just as greedily, fresh tears flowing down my face.

Harry brought his hand up to my cheeks and wiped the tears clean, breaking the kiss and kissing them gone. I laughed and smiled, as more tears came out. He smiled too and kissed me again. He rolled me back and put one arm above me, leaning over and continuing to kiss me. I slid my hands to his bare back and kissed him harder. After we broke apart we laughed and joked and cuddled close together, falling asleep as one. As I slipped into a dream state the thought of him and Grace tugged at my heart, reminding myself that it was not something I was ready to let go.

When I arose from sleep the next morning Harry was at still at my side, cuddled up next to me as we had fallen asleep. I stared at his adorable sleeping face for a few moments and shuffled away from him, bringing my body to the complete opposite side of the bed. My sudden movement stirred Harry and brought him back to real life.

As he turned his head to look at me he smirked and pulled himself up a little. “Good morning.” I grimaced and looked away. His smile deflated and he began to talk. “I want you to give me a chance to apologize. I didn’t mean for anything to happen. I didn’t know she was going to do that.” I threw the blanket off me without a response. “How did I get here?” I said, tone flat. Harry stared at me, willing me to listen to him. As I stared back intently with no plan on listening to his pointless explanation he dropped it and answered my question. “I took you here after you sort of, um, passed out. Liebe and Zayn know you’re here and Liebe told your mom that you are staying with her for now.” I nodded at him simply. “How long have I been out?” “Two days.” “How did I get into these pajamas?” “Liebe put them on you.” I nodded again, deciding that I’ve been here long enough and then I needed to get out. “Fine now let’s go.” He shook his head. “No.” He sounded a little unsure of his response. I laughed. “Excuse me? No?” He nodded. “Yes.” He tried sounding stronger than before. “I’m not staying here with you any longer.” He got out of bed and walked over to me. “Yes you are because you have no way of leaving.” “It’s called walking. I don’t care where I am because I will get home.” “You aren’t leaving until we work this out.” I shook my head at him. “Nope I’m leaving, good bye.” I turned on my heels and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind me. I looked around and noticed we were actually in a hotel. Following the sign to the elevator I turned and walked towards it.