On Top [H.S.]

Chapter 14

Ophelia's POV

It's been a week.

One whole week and I haven't seen or heard from Harry.

It was probably my fault that he was keeping his distance from me but I also couldn't bring myself to contact him.

Definitely my fault.

I spent this whole week trying to keep myself busy. I'm too not too sure how Elvis felt about my incessant need to be around him 24/7 but he took it like a fucking champ.

He could always tell when I was feeling a bit down and made sure to be extra cuddly with me. The best support I could have ever asked for.

I also picked up a couple extra shifts at Neon Gravity to help Jenna out and I think she could tell I was a little off.

If she noticed, she did a really great job of not bringing it up. She knew I would talk to her when I was ready.

That's what best friends are for.

The next morning at Harry's place was one that kept running through my head this past week. No matter how much I just wanted to forget about it, it was obviously fucking impossible.

I woke up to the same bird from before pecking on Harry's window, and when I opened my eyes to look at his alarm clock, it was 7am.

I decided that I would just leave before he woke up. I didn't want to face him that early in the morning and I also didn't know what to say to him.

Leaving before he had the chance to wake up would save us both from the awkward drive to my car.

I ordered an uber from my phone and laid in Harry's bed while I waited. I passed the time by watching the bird peck on the window and once he eventually gave up, I watched him slowly nestle himself onto the windowsill for a little nap.

Not long after the bird fell asleep, my phone dinged to tell me that the driver was about a minute away. I slowly crawled out of his bed, making it up quickly, before exiting the room. I tip-toed out into the living room and saw that Harry was still sleeping.

Thank god.

He had two bags of now melted peas resting on his bare stomach and a flimsy blanket that was covering just his legs.

I was surprised that he had even offered me his bed, laying down in it made me feel even more guilty than I already was. I didn't want to take it but when I tried to resist, he became short with me.

I let it go because I figured I had already caused enough trouble for one night.

Yeah, just a bit.

His bruises looked even worse in the early morning sunlight. They were every shade you could think of, and his face sported some ugly dark ones as well.

His hands were resting on his upper chest and I could make out the pinkness of his raw knuckles from where I was standing.

He had to be hurting, I could only imagine how much pain he'd be in when he woke up.

I checked my phone and the uber had just pulled onto Harry's street so I made the split decision to run back into his bathroom, opening his cabinet, and grabbing one of the many pill bottles on the shelf.

I poured some out into my hand and quickly went into the kitchen to grab him a glass of water. I brought them both into the living room and placed them onto the table in front of him.

I knew he could take care of himself, he made sure to tell me that, but I had to do something.

I stood there and stared down at him for a few seconds just raking my eyes over his battered body. I couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt run through me.