Broken

Chapter 13

I pressed a hand to my head, a relentless pounding echoing through the corners and edges of my mind. I crinkled my face and sighed, my fingers pressing into my temples, attempting to release some of the pain. My eyes fluttered open slowly and I immediately reacted to the sunlight streaming through the window. I let myself get adjusted to the change in lighting and took in my surroundings. I was staring at a large Elvis Presley poster I didn't remember hanging up on my wall. My eyes crinkled in confusion and I shifted, leaning on my elbows. A large book shelf stood against the wall, a TV on the wall opposite of me, a large oak dresser sitting under it. My gaze continued to shift around the room until it landed on a large love seat. Or rather the object on the large love seat.

Harry was draped over the cushion, his long legs dangling over the arm. He was curled up in a green fuzzy blanket, his fists curling up under his chin. His head was resting against the back of the chair, his body curled slightly. My eyes ran over his profile. His eyes were closed peacefully, his long dark lashes resting softly on his cheek. His pink lips were parted slightly as he breathed. I grinned in spite of my headache. He looked so relax, his forehead smoothed from the worry and the doubt and the fear. He shifted, grunting quietly. I watched his eyes open slowly as he blinked the sleep out of them. His hands came up to rub the sleep away before he raised his hands high above his head and stretched. I watched his body unfold in slow motion as he stretched out before sagging back into the chair. He looked at me, the green in his eyes slightly clouded over. The corner of his mouth turned up just slightly as he regarded me with droopy eyelids.

"Hi there sleeping beauty." he said. His voice was deep and raspy, the night
still shaking out of his throat. The sound was nice and rich, and I enjoyed listening to it.

"Hi there." I responded, pushing my hair away from my face and sitting up. The covers fell away from my shoulders and I realized I was in his t-shirt, the sleeve falling off of my shoulder. The fabric was worn and soft, his scent wrapping me up tightly.

He swung his legs over the armrest, standing. "Hungry?"

I nodded, climbing out of his bed. I wrapped my arms around my torso, my head still pounding. I followed him downstairs, the wood cold under my feet. We went into the kitchen and I sat on one of the bar stools, tucking a leg under me. He rummaged around in the kitchen, pulling out pans and ingredients from the fridge.

"Whatcha making?" I asked, leaning my head in my hand.

"Eggs." he responded, his head buried in the fridge. He came out with a carton, setting them next to the stove. He reached into the cupboards above him, pulling down a glass cup. he rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a packet. I watched him get water from the sink before setting the cup in front of me. He dangled the package between his fingers and I looked closely at the label, noticing it was aspirin.

"You're a lifesaver." I told him, taking the packet from his hands. He turned back around and resumed cooking as I tore the package with my teeth, dropping the white tablets into the water. I watched them fizz, the bubbles racing to the top, seeming to gasp for air. "Do you cook often?"

"Oh yeah, all the time." he said, cracking the eggs into the pan, the sizzle seeming to warm the room. "I'm the best chef of all time." he continued, looking over his shoulder and giving me a wink.

I rolled my eyes, running my finger around the rim of the glass. "Oh yeah, that's what I was totally thinking."

He chuckled, transferring the eggs from the pan to two plates. He brought them over, the steam trailing behind him. "See for yourself smartass." he teased.

I picked up the fork and poked at the food. They were fluffy and looked great, but I tried to keep a straight face. I spooned some into my mouth, my eyebrows raising slightly.