Now I see |H.S.| ON HOLD

Chapter 11

I forget where I am the second I open my eyes. I hate waking up in places I'm not recognized with. Then the memories of last night come to my mind. "Morning." My thoughts are interrupted by a raspy deep British voice. 

I look to the ground noticing a Harry on the ground staring at me with his green eyes. He has the covers rapped around him as if he is a Caterpillar having his eyes only visible. I laugh at his appearance and roll back to stare at the ceiling. "Morning."

I have never been a morning person just something about this morning feels different. I feel a mess. My hair must be everywhere and my eyes must be droopy. Why do I care what I look like?

"How long have you been awake?" I ask Harry never leaving my contact with the ceiling. "Maybe 30 minutes." He responds. What the hell? "Why haven't you gotten up then?" I ask so confused. It's actually quite funny. 

"I always lay in bed a bit before I go on with my day." He says unwrapping himself and starts to rise. I start to rise to and look at Harry. His appearance is quite amusing. His hair slightly messy but it works for him. His close a little wrinkled and has a bit of sleep still in his eyes.

I didn't realize that I was staring at him. I look to his face and all I see is a creepy smile. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked nervous. I know I look insane in the morning but still. "Your hair is everywhere." He tells me standing up from the floor.

I let loose a bit and laugh at myself. He is right. I don't even have to look in the mirror to know that he is right. I bring my legs to the edge f the bet not standing just yet. "I'm sorry for making you sleep on the floor." I say again. I honestly do feel bad. This is his room.

"Val... I told you it's fine. Stop apologizing." He speaks while he heads into the bathroom leaving the door open. I hope he isn't pissing because that would be beyond awkward. All I hear is his facet come on and brushing. He must be brushing his teeth.

"Well. Thank you then. For letting me stay here." I say finding a loophole for his kindness. I smile at my smart words and he walks out the bathroom with his tooth brush still connected to his mouth. He glares at me a playful way. I find myself laughing and falling on the bed.

I know I am definitely laughing way more than I should. What the hell? I sit up catching my breath. He goes back into the bathroom continuing with his business. I check my phone. I have about 10 messages 4 miss calls. Majority is Cher. She must be worried.

My dad also tried calling me and Joanna... I decide that I don't want a lecture this morning, I don't want an argument, and I don't feel like explaining myself so I just set my phone to the side ignoring the 3 people trying to contact me.

"You want to go down for breakfast?" Harry asks me running his hands through his dark curls. I stand then look at my clothes. "I'm in my pj's" acknowledge my appearance. "Yea. So if the rest of Oxford in this building. No one will care." He says. I notice that he is also. I grab my jacket and my phone.

We head for the door. Harry hold it open for me. I smile up to him and he nods in approval of the thank you. We head down the hall way in silence. I hope I don't run into Cher down stares. I hope I don't run into anyone I know actually.

"How'd you sleep?" Harry breaks the silence. I look up to him and his eyes on the ground as we enter the elevator. "Good actually. I don't think I had a dream last night." I say He smiles still not look to me. "Me too. Well I did have a dream. But it wasn't bad." I'm to afraid to ask about his dream.

I have a feeling it was about Cher. Instead I decide on changing the conversation. "How did you get my number?" I ask. "Cher gave it to me. When she went to the bathroom she told me to have your number too call and look for you." He answers.