Held - Chapter 8
(Harrys Texts / Erins Texts)
I really didn’t think it would have affected me in any way, but having Harry stay over that night had been quietly comforting. His presence was something I always found to be kind of reassuring in a way, like he’d always be near you for a reason. Even though I would have been fine on my own for the night, just the sense of someone familiar kept me feeling settled. I felt bad that he was stuck on the grotty old sofa though, but not so bad that it had stopped me from sleeping soundly.
The little streams of light that were coming through the blinds that I’d obviously forgotten to close last night were warming up my bed sheets, making it harder than it already was to get up. A growling sensation in my stomach though was what finally pulled me away from my bed, and I reached for my phone to text Harry before I ventured to the kitchen.
Good because I want breakfast.
I’m coming through.
If you’re naked when I walk through that door I’ll be upset.
No you won’t ;)
How very dare you!?!?
Shuffling down the hallway to the kitchen I could hear that Harry was up, the bangs and clattering of cupboards doors and drawers being opened and slammed shut made me thankful I was the only other person in the house, as I was sure he was waking up the neighbours with the racket he was making.
“Good morning, Sweets.” he greeted me with a smile, when I pushed open the door. But a smile wasn’t all I was greeted with.