Truths

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   Yawning, I made a moaning sound and tried to push myself further underneath the covers. Suddenly, I found my body being constricted tightly. Pulling my eyes open, I discovered another pair of eyes staring back at me,

   “Morning,” I croaked finding my voice,

   “Morning,” Harry smiled, his arms still wrapped around my waist, “How are you feeling?”

   I sniffed, “Tired,”

   Harry smiled kindly, “I’m not surprised,”

   Smiling back, I snapped upright, “Are the girls alright?”

  “Relax,” Harry told me pushing me on my chest so that I was back into a laying position, “They’re fine, Louis and Eleanor have been practicing their parenting skills with them,”

   “Oh,” I sighed allowing my head to sink back into the pillow,

   “What happened yesterday?” Harry whispered into my hair,

   “Huh?” I asked turning to face him,

   Harry sighed, he inhaled, “What happened yesterday? You were gone for hours…” He trailed off not wanting to talk about it anymore,

   “I don’t want to talk about it,” I muttered,

   “Well I do,” Harry said propping himself up resting his elbow in the cushion and his cheek in his palm,

   “It doesn’t…” Tears threatened to spill over my eyes, “I need a shower,” Tipping myself out of the bed I grabbed armful of clothes and padded drowsily into the bathroom,

   Tearfully, I stripped off my pyjamas which I don’t even remember changing into last night, turning on the water. My body burned from the temperature, I was so cold, the water was so hot, my skin was almost sizzling,

   I stood under the water letting the steam rise up and clog the air, rubbing my skin, it became hard to breathe with all the steam, but I didn’t want to move, I didn’t want to face realisation,

   To my unknown knowledge, the bathroom door had opened and Harry leant against it, on the inside,

   “How long do you plan on standing in there for?” He asked,

   As his voice hit my ears, I subconsciously jumped, “What are you doing in here? Get the hell out!” I exclaimed,

   “Relax Bobbie I can’t see you, the steams misted up the glass,”

   “Fine,” I growled, Harry telling me to ‘relax’ was really starting to annoy me, I heard Harry click his tongue, “Do you want to talk or are you just going to stand there?”

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