Last One Standing
Chapter Four
*Harry’s POV*
When I woke up, I felt bare, smooth skin under my hand, and instantly knew that she was lying next to me, acting as the small spoon. All of last night’s happenings flowed back to me, and I was content. Propping myself on my elbow, all I could so was look at her. I remembered the last time I was here. I stroked her hair. She always reacted to my touch… Man, she must really be out of it. I didn’t know that she had been that drunk.
I slowly crawled from the bed, careful not to disturb her. Walking out of the room, I went to the kitchen and found the coffee pot, sitting where it always did; sitting where it has for the last two years. I was surprised that I still remembered how to make the thing work.
I went to lie back down. I felt like a puppy, waiting for its owner to get home from work; I couldn’t wait for her to wake up.
When she finally did, I was almost surprised. She didn’t speak to me; she just turned and walked to the kitchen. Did she regret what had happened? Did she remember? I wasn’t sure. What if she didn’t remember? Then that would mean that the last thing that she remembered was… Oh God. If she didn’t remember then she would be pissed if I told her about the previous night. If she didn’t know, I would lie. Not to hurt her, but to protect what we might be able to have again.
I got up, found my boxers, and hastily followed her. She was defiantly hung over. I found her searching for her pain pills. There was no way that she was going to have any recollection of the night before. Once I had shown her where I remembered them being, I was slightly surprised when she snatched them from my hand.
After taking the pills, she got us both some coffee, and she remember the slightest detail. She remembered how I liked to put the milk in. Maybe things were turning up! We both sat in silence, avoiding the situation. It was one of the best nights of my life, but even though I got to be reckless and care free for one night, doesn’t mean that I don’t have to wake up and be an adult about it in the morning. We were both looking in every direction and eventually our eyes met.
“Erm…” I started. If I didn’t bring it up, something tells me that she wouldn’t have either. I held her stare; I had to know what she knew. “Do you remember anyth…”
“No, I was hoping that you would. Do you think that we…” That’s it… I had to lie. I had to lie to the best thing that ever happened to me.
“I’m not sure, but look at us.” This was almost a poor excuse because I had absolutely no problem with sleeping naked, but Hannah always wore pajamas; I couldn’t remember a time when she had admitted that she didn’t. I looked her up and down. It was to make my point, but it did give me an excuse to look at how perfectly her blanket curved to fit her body. I then gestured towards myself and noticed my boxers. “And I put these on after you came out here,” I added.
She walked around the island and began to head towards the bathroom. I couldn’t just let her walk away again. It was a selfish need, but I just needed to be close to her, to feel her skin, to look into her blue green eyes. I couldn’t stop myself. I reached for her arm and put my loose grip around her wrist. We sat there for a moment. This is where we were starting? How could I be so stupid as to remind her of this? As if we weren’t both thinking about it already. She pulled away from my grip and walked to the bathroom. Did she remember that this is exactly where we had left off?
I heard the shower start and knowing that she took the longest showers in the world; I went to her room and hurled myself onto her bed. To tell you the truth I was still tired from last night. The telly was on but God and everyone else knew that I wasn’t paying attention. So many thoughts were rushing through my mind.
When I woke up, I felt bare, smooth skin under my hand, and instantly knew that she was lying next to me, acting as the small spoon. All of last night’s happenings flowed back to me, and I was content. Propping myself on my elbow, all I could so was look at her. I remembered the last time I was here. I stroked her hair. She always reacted to my touch… Man, she must really be out of it. I didn’t know that she had been that drunk.
I slowly crawled from the bed, careful not to disturb her. Walking out of the room, I went to the kitchen and found the coffee pot, sitting where it always did; sitting where it has for the last two years. I was surprised that I still remembered how to make the thing work.
I went to lie back down. I felt like a puppy, waiting for its owner to get home from work; I couldn’t wait for her to wake up.
When she finally did, I was almost surprised. She didn’t speak to me; she just turned and walked to the kitchen. Did she regret what had happened? Did she remember? I wasn’t sure. What if she didn’t remember? Then that would mean that the last thing that she remembered was… Oh God. If she didn’t remember then she would be pissed if I told her about the previous night. If she didn’t know, I would lie. Not to hurt her, but to protect what we might be able to have again.
I got up, found my boxers, and hastily followed her. She was defiantly hung over. I found her searching for her pain pills. There was no way that she was going to have any recollection of the night before. Once I had shown her where I remembered them being, I was slightly surprised when she snatched them from my hand.
After taking the pills, she got us both some coffee, and she remember the slightest detail. She remembered how I liked to put the milk in. Maybe things were turning up! We both sat in silence, avoiding the situation. It was one of the best nights of my life, but even though I got to be reckless and care free for one night, doesn’t mean that I don’t have to wake up and be an adult about it in the morning. We were both looking in every direction and eventually our eyes met.
“Erm…” I started. If I didn’t bring it up, something tells me that she wouldn’t have either. I held her stare; I had to know what she knew. “Do you remember anyth…”
“No, I was hoping that you would. Do you think that we…” That’s it… I had to lie. I had to lie to the best thing that ever happened to me.
“I’m not sure, but look at us.” This was almost a poor excuse because I had absolutely no problem with sleeping naked, but Hannah always wore pajamas; I couldn’t remember a time when she had admitted that she didn’t. I looked her up and down. It was to make my point, but it did give me an excuse to look at how perfectly her blanket curved to fit her body. I then gestured towards myself and noticed my boxers. “And I put these on after you came out here,” I added.
She walked around the island and began to head towards the bathroom. I couldn’t just let her walk away again. It was a selfish need, but I just needed to be close to her, to feel her skin, to look into her blue green eyes. I couldn’t stop myself. I reached for her arm and put my loose grip around her wrist. We sat there for a moment. This is where we were starting? How could I be so stupid as to remind her of this? As if we weren’t both thinking about it already. She pulled away from my grip and walked to the bathroom. Did she remember that this is exactly where we had left off?
I heard the shower start and knowing that she took the longest showers in the world; I went to her room and hurled myself onto her bed. To tell you the truth I was still tired from last night. The telly was on but God and everyone else knew that I wasn’t paying attention. So many thoughts were rushing through my mind.
Notes
This chapter is kind of slow. Sorry about that one guys. This chapter just kind of shows what's going through Harry's head.xoxo Hannah <3
so in love with this one !!! update soon!!!
10/20/16