The Love We Found || Narry *COMPLETED*

.08

»Poison And Wine - The Civil Wars«

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I woke up to the sun shining on my face. Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw that I wasn't in Harry's room anymore but the one he gave to me. I sat up and noticed that Harry wasn't there either. Checking under the duvets, I saw that I was still naked. Looking around, my eyes fell upon my boxers on the end of the bed. I grabbed them, pulled them on and got out of bed.

I walked into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. The lovebite was more visible now. I also noticed my hair was a complete mess. Finding the comb Harry provided for me, I ran it through my hair a couple times then set it on the counter. I then picked up a toothbrush and put a good amount of toothpaste on it before brushing my teeth.

Flashbacks of last night kept replaying in my mind. He made me feel good. He told me that's how my first kiss should have went.

I spit the toothpaste into the sink and wiped my mouth and stared at myself in the mirror again. Was it stupid of me wanting to wake up with him beside me?

I slowly shook my head and headed back into the room. I got dressed in sweats and a t-shirt then sat on the bed only to quickly get up when the door swung open.

"Goodmorning, blondie!" Indie said cheerfully.

She was in a red sundress and black shoes that I think they call flats or something. Indie skipped into the room and pulled on my hands, yanking me out of the room.

"Uh, goodmorning, Indie," I said as she pulled me to the stairs.

"Oh, Harry! Blondie is awake!" Indie giggled as she skipped down the stairs.

Harry appeared just as Indie reached the bottom step. Unlike yesterday, Harry was dressed up in a suit this morning. I slowly made my way down the stairs with a smile on my face; remembering everything he did to me last night with every step I took. Harry looked at me then looked at Indie.

"His name is Niall, Indie. Get it right."

I slowed my walking and my smile faded. He sounded...mad almost.

"Oh, did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?" Indie giggled as she poked his cheek.

Harry quickly grabbed her wrist and all her cheer disappeared. He let go of her wrist just as I reached the bottom step.

"I have a horrible hangover and I have so much to do today."

Indie frowned then looked at me.

"Well, while you're being an arsehole, me and Niall will eat breakfast."

She grabbed my wrist and Harry growled.

"I told you not to touch him. Let go of him, Indie."

But she didn't. Harry looked between me and her. I could tell he was getting mad.

"Let. Him. Go."

His eyes darkened and Indie finally let go of my wrist. I heard her breath unevenly and I saw Harry's fists were tightly clenched. He wouldn't actually hit her...would he?

"I-I'll see you in the kitchen, Niall."

It was just Harry and I now. He looked me up and down with a slight smile.

"How did you sleep, blue eyes?"

I felt my cheeks get warm. After what he had done to me, I felt like I slept like a baby.

"Great. I just wish I had woken up beside you. Last night was--"

"It was a blur. I honestly don't remember anything after my twentieth shot," he said, cutting me off.