I Promise

Alone with Harry....(part 1)

Ok guys I didn't reach 10 vote but I don't care. I just wanna post this chapter and the next 3. So ya you don't have to vote anymore if you don't want to. Fuck the voting who cares!!!!

Still love you guys,

Cami a.k.a. Frog face

Enjoy the chappie

~Camila's POV~

I don't know when I had dozed off. I remember laying here with.... Harry!!!

I pulled my lids open to catch sight of the smooth bare chest my head rested on. The quite tv flashed coloured lights across my face and his chest. The sky was now dark outside the window and it was cold inside the quite house. I looked up a bit to catch a quick glimpse at the curly haired boy. His emerald eyes where closed and his curls hid away half his face in a matted mess. I tryed to move off of him but with the slightest movement of my waist I contracted in pain. I had broken 3 ribs and an arm from the fat lady only. When I finally sat myself up I scooted to the end of the bed and slid of trying to stand. My legs where a bit wobbly at first. Passing by the tv on the way out I turned it off. Harry's room was all carpet but once I stepped on the cold marble floor of the hallway a chill ran up my back. I didn't know where the kitchen was so I went looking for it. It was pretty creepy considering all the lights where turned off. When I finally reached the kitchen I switch the lights on and pushed myself onto the counter to sit. I was hungry but I didn't want to intrude and take food. What if I cooked dinner for everybody? Ya good excuse. What should I cook?

I got down off the counter and looked in the pantry. They had: pasta, cereal, canned fruits n veggies, rice, pudding cups, and a lot of chips. I dicided to make something from my country. I went to the frige to see if they had the ingredients needed for the dish I had in mind. Yep they do!!! The pain had lessened in my chest and I could move around easily even if it hurt a bit. So I found my cloth that I had worn that day in the morning and fished my iPod out of the pocket. I stuck my headphones in my ears and put it on full blast. I had a tendency to dance while i did things. Lets get cookin'!!!

~Harry's POV~

I woke up to find something missing. Camila!!! Where is she?!!! She can't walk or she'll hurt her self. Fuck!!

I jumped out of bed and ran a hand through my hair. I basically sprinted out the room. But when I was about to reach the kitchen where the only lights where on I noticed a smell. It smelt delicious!!! Was she cooking?

I slowed down at the entrance to the kitchen and peeked in. I was surprised to find Camila twirling around with the frying pan in her hand and a fork in the other. She had headphones on so she couldn't here me. I stayed back to watch a little longer. Her waves of hair had noticeable marks of where she ran her fingers. Her shorts looked more like hot pants which would exposed a part of her bum if she bent over. It was actually very hot. She would unconsciously tug at her shorts, she obviously didn't like wearing hot pants. Her long legs had defined muscles that flexed when she stood on her toes. She finally spun and stopped right in front if me. Her eyes widened and she stumbled back, I tryed to grab her by the waist but she screamed and let out a 'fuck'. I remembered her injuries so I grabbed her arm instead trying to avoid the cast. When she was finally balanced I looked up at her. Her eyes where shut and she was taking deep breaths trying to control the pain. I felt so bad that I had hurt her.

"Cam are you ok?" I asked lifting her chin up. She opened her watery eyes and smiled "ya I'm fine". Obviously not!!! Stupid me!!! "Cam I'm sorry did I hurt you to bad?!!!" I asked this time basically screaming at her. "Harry chill. I'm fine" she assured me. I didn't believe her so I swiftly picked her of her feet, carrying her bridle style to the living room next to the kitchen. "Harry! Put me down" she tried to struggle but it only made her eyes water more. Every girl I knew would probably be crying by now, but she wasn't?!!! I set her down on the couch and sat down next to her. "Harry I hate being babied" she pouted and got up earning herself another wave of pain. She ran to the kitchen and I heard the clatter of plates. She came back out with two plates piled with something I had never seen before but smelt like heaven. She handed it to me along with fork and knife. She sat down next to me carefully and started eating "hope you don't mind me cooking. Hope you like it". With that I dug in. It was a combination of sauté and rice with steak. It was delicious and I had seconds. We talked about random stuff. It seems like we had not just slept together half naked or I had found her in shorts (that looked like hot pants but weren't actually) dancing around the kitchen or that I had even hurt her. It was... Normal I guess.