Colors//H.S

"I dont want to be strangers anymore."

Life is art, live yours in color
~ I don't know who said it...

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HARRY'S POV:

I peel my eyes open to reveal the sun, shining brightly through my window. I swing my legs over the side of the bed until my feet hit the cold hardwood.

I go straight to the bathroom to brush my teeth seeing Oakley in here already brushing.

"Hi." She murmurs, tooth brush dangling from her mouth.

"Hi." I chuckle, walking towards her to retrieve my tooth brush.

We sit like this, brushing out teeth with the sink running, taking turns spitting into the sink.

"I was gonna go head out today and by myself a couple things. Like clothes and shower crap. Girl stuff. She trails off at the end. I widen my eyes a bit. Completely forgot she's a girl that needs stuff like that. Im dumb.

"Yeah, sounds good. Do you need any money? I can help. I feel bad for everything and I just want to help out anyway I can." I tell her. Making her smile and shake her head.

"You don't have to do that. You're already doing so much just by letting me stay here. I really appreciate it." She says, walking pass me to leave the bathroom. I sigh and run my hand through my curls, looking into the mirror.

I head down to the kitchen and start making some breakfast. I just kept it simple and made eggs and some bacon, bread in the toaster.

I told Oakley she could wear my sweats and my shoes. It might be a little uncomfortable to wear heels to shop. So that's what she wears. Coming down the stairs and towards me in the kitchen.

"I made some breakfast." I tell her, loading up two plates with food.

"Smells good, thank you." She smiles at me. I nod my head and go sit down by her at the counter.

"So, are you originally from here?" I ask her. Some small talk so I can get to know the person I'm sharing an apartment with temporarily.

"Uhm, no. I'm originally from Portland." She tells me, stabbing her fork gently into her scrambled eggs.

"Oh. So why come to L.A?" I ask, taking a bite of my bacon.

"Well, I came here to get a start on my painting career. I started painting windows and stuff for like, cafes and small businesses. Then I got some wedding gigs. And just recently I had some art in the gallery." She bites her bacon, looking at me after. I nod, taking my napkin and wiping my mouth.

"What about you?" She asks.

"What about me?" I ask back.

"Why are you in L.A and not back in... wherever you're from?" She chuckles softly.

"Well, I've always wanted to be in L.A. Dreams come true here I guess. But I do have a home in London. I visit my mom and sister every Christmas." I tells her.

"That must be nice. I've only ever been here and Portland." She mumbles, taking another bite of her food.

"What's your mom and sisters names?"

"Anne is my mom, Gemma is my sister." I tell her.

"They sound nice."

"They're wonderful. They taught me everything I know."

"Well now I know they're really nice. Considering you let a stranger sleep in your house." She laughs.
I laugh with her. She's right, I don't know her. Yet, I let her stay here like I do.