Loneliness H.S

Chapter Fifteen

I wake up because of the sun hitting my face. My head is still on Harry's chest, and his hand is still on my waist in a tight grip. I lean my head back so I can look at Harry's face, and not to my surprise he is still asleep. I remove his hand from my waist and plant a kiss on his nose making him crunch his nose. I let out a giggle at the cute matter before I make my way downstairs to make breakfast for everyone knowing I won't be able to go back to sleep now. I look in the fridge to see what we have, but there's not much in there, so I decided to just make some pancakes. Once they are done I sit down eating two for myself before I wake them up.

All the thoughts about Harry and my new found feelings for him rush back. I feel like I shouldn't like him, but I don't want it to stop either. I like the fact that I feel giddy by just one look from him. I want that little reassurance of happiness on a sad day.

I put my plate down in the sink and put three others filled with two pancakes on the table for the others. I walk upstairs and knock on Louis door first. "Breakfast is ready!" I yell through the door not wanting to open it.

All I get in reply is a weak and tired "Coming!"

I then walk into mine and Harry's room to see him still laying in bed in the same position I left him in. I walk over to his side and decide to rip the cover of him in an attempt to wake him up. I take a hold of the sheets and rip them off while saying, "Wake up. Breakfast is-" I immediately stop talking once I notice he doesn't have any boxers on. His eyes shoot open in surprise. He sits up quickly covering himself. "Oh my god!" I scream in surprise covering my eyes.

"Why did you do that?" He asks.

I look through my fingers to see if he has covered himself up, and he has. However, I don't remove my hands from my eyes, too embarrassed to do so. "I was just trying to wake you up faster. I didn't know you were naked." I answer.

"It was warm last night so I took them off." He explains. I just shake my head not believing what just took place. "I am covered up you know."

"I know," I say, but still doesn't move my hands making him laugh a little. "Well, there is breakfast for you downstairs if you're hungry. That was all, I'll leave you to get dressed now." I hurry out of the room, yet I can still hear his laughter coming from the room. What just happened?

When I walked in the kitchen I saw Louis and Alexandra sitting around the table eating their pancakes. "What was all the yelling about?" Alexandra asked.

"Nothing," I said turning red.

They just nod their heads and goes back to eating their pancakes, and I decided to go somewhere before Harry gets downstairs.

"I'm gonna go to the gym room," I inform them before I walk away.

I walk into the gym, but not to train. I walk past all the gym equipment making my way to the door in the back. The room is just as beautiful as I remember it. As I move around the room the melody of the song Harry sang when we were here last comes back to me, making me hum it while I take in the beauty of the room.

My cheeks heat up as I think back to what happened earlier. Never have I seen Harry fully exposed physically, however, to say I was not impressed would be a total lie.

"I wrote that about Scarlett." Harry's sudden words make me turn in surprise thinking I was alone.

"What?"

"That song you were humming, I wrote it about Scarlett." He explains further. It doesn't surprise me, not knowing anyone else it can be about. She is the last person he loved before he got locked up here. I can't even imagine how it feels being all alone for so many years, and now he has three strangers living in his house, it must be strange for him.