Our Complicated Harmony

Makenzie is dragged to a party in England by her rich best friend, Hailey. While she's there, she meets a certain British popstar of whom seems pretty interested in her. A few shots and an overnight stay later, and they wake up half nude in the same bed. Though they can't remember much of anything, he is convinced that they slept together. So what now? (Things may become graphic at certain points in the story.)


5. Nightmare

When I woke up, I was no longer laying on the couch. I had seemingly moved to Harry's messy room, and a thick, fluffy duvet was pulled over me. I was hot, and my cheeks were flushed to a rosy color. I noticed that I was still wearing the sweats with Harry's sweatshirt. I pushed the thick, downy quilt away from my body and swung my legs around to the side of the bed, sitting up. I flung Harry's sweatshirt to the floor, straightening my tee shirt and standing. I walked out of the room and smelt food burning. I walked to the source and found Harry in the kitchen, cursing under his breath over a pot of spaghetti noodles, which seemed to have boiled over.
I giggled sleepily and Harry looked over at me, smiling brightly. "Have a nice nap?" he teased and I nodded.
"Is Louis still gone?" I asked, noticing that I hadn't seen the zany boy since I had gotten up.
"Yes," Harry said "He probably won't come home until tomorrow afternoon actually. We have the whole house to ourselves." he said, kissing my forehead and making another giggle slip past my lips.
"What are we gonna do while he's gone?" I asked.
"Well," he said "We don't have to stay here. Since I've ruined dinner, we could go out?"
I crinkled my nose. "That would require putting effort int what I look like. I have a better idea." I asked for a phone book and Harry handed one to me. I sat on the kitchen tile and flipped through the pages until I found what I was looking for. I dialed the number.
"Hello? Yes, can I have large cheese pizza? Yes hold on." I put the phone to my shoulder, "What's your address?" I asked Harry, who was now sitting on the floor with me. He took the phone from me and told the person his address, thanking them.
After he had hung up, Harry handed the phone back and stood, helping me up as well. Somehow I ended up tripping when I got up, and fell forward further into Harry's arms.
"Careful," he said. I looked up into his  and he brushed a hair back from my face, leaning down and kissing my lips sweetly and then pulling away again, a content smile on his face. "Wow," he said, "No girl has ever mesmerized me so much as you have." I put my hands on either side of his face, brushing my thumbs over his cheeks, and kissing him once more on the lips.
"It's not supposed to be like this with us Harry. I feel like you want my body more than anything at this point" I said. His smile faded. "We have to stop. We aren't in love. We only had a crazy one night stand." he frowned. "We can't go on being a 'couple' when that's not what we are."
After we ate dinner, Harry went to bed and I started texting Hailey.
'Hey.' I texted.
'Hey Kenzie! What's up?' she replied.
'Not much. Harry is mad at me.'
'Why?' she asked
'I just told him we can't keep acting like we're in love when we aren't.'
'Makenzie, what if he is in love with you?' she asked
'In three days? Unlikely.' I responded
'Alright. But I'm going to go to bed now. It's late. Night Mak! Luvya!'
'Luv you too Hails. Ttyl.' I texted. After pressing send I got my blankets and laid on the comfy couch, falling into a fitful sleep quickly. 
That night, dreamt that Harry had become despondent because of my rejecting him. He had gotten so depressed that he commit suicide. I sprinted toward a bridge of which he was standing on, and screamed as loudly as I could, but he couldn't hear me. Just as he jumped from the bridge, I woke up and screamed, bursting into tears and causing Harry to run out from his room and ask me what happened. I bawled and walked toward him, hugging him and sobbing into his shoulder.
"That was so real." I sobbed, "You're alive."
"What's wrong?" he asked, rubbing my shoulders, trying to look me in the eye.
"Y-you j-jumped off the b-b-bridge." I sobbed. "I was s-so scared Harry. I yelled for y-you but you couldn't hear me!"
"Shhhh it's okay love. I'm right here." he whispered. I put my head against his shoulder again and he placed his hand on the back of my head. "Shhh it's alright." he mumbled. He soon carried me to his room, where we slept in each others arms.
When I woke up in the morning, I was still wrapped in Harry's arms. I shivered when i remembered why I had ended up there, making Harry stir in his sleep. I put my hand in his hair and played with the messy ringlets, enthralled in them. I watched the way they moved around my fingers. I then traced lines with my fingers over his face and body, noting  every crevice, every little thing about him. His eyes soon fluttered open, and I smiled at him, making him smile too.
"Good morning." I said
"Good morning." he returned. "You okay? You seemed awfully upset last night."
"Yeah, I'm fine." I sighed. "Just extremely shaken up. You killed yourself... and it was my fault..." I sighed and Harry shook his head.
"Don't worry about it." he said. "That would never happen." he kissed my forehead, untangling his limbs from the duvet and getting out of bed. He walked out of the bedroom in his boxer-briefs and I heard him moving dishes around and such. I sighed and got up, walking out to the kitchen.
I found Harry to be sitting on the floor, eating cereal from a small pot. "Wow." I said, "You really need to do dishes... and take out the garbage... and dust... and-"
"Okay, I get it. It's a bit messy." he said.
"More like a tornado blew through." I said, slipping my TOMS on my feet. "I'll take out the garbage. Where's the dumpster?" I asked.
"Out back in the alley." he said. "Be careful."
I took the bag out of the garbage can and tied it before picking it up and walking out the door. I got to the bottom and opened the door that led outside. It was a dreary day outside, only a small sliver of sunlight peeked through the overcast sky. I walked to the dumpster, throwing the bag in and walking back around. I got back up the stairs and to Harry's door and opened it, walking inside and closing it behind me. Harry was sitting on the couch watching TV.
"These dishes will never get done if you don't do them." I called from the kitchen.
Harry bounded in. "Let's do it then." he said. He filled the sink with hot water. "I'll rinse them, you put them in the dish washer." he said. I nodded.
We did the job in silence, until I had the random urge to start singing. I started singing an Ed Sheeran song, and Harry soon joined in. 
By the time we were done washing the dishes, we had sung a total of 5 complete songs, 3 of which we scream-sung. 
Harry high-fived me, "We're a brilliant team! You're such an amazing singer!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said. "Go put some clothes on." he beamed and jogged to his room to change, making me shake my head.
"What a dork," I mumbled, drying my hands. "What a dork indeed."
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