Harry was asleep on the bed, his curls thrown in different directions. He opened his green eyes slowly and squinted. He threw the comforter back over his head and turned over.
"Why is it so damn bright in here?" He groaned.
"You're having a hangover Harry," I laughed a little. "You had a bit much to drink."
"You don't say," he snapped, rubbing his temple. He sat up and looked at me.
"Why are you so upset babe," I said rubbing his back.
"I'm just in a bad mood okay?" He said almost yelling. I sat on his knees and wrapped my long legs around him.
"I'm sorry you're in a bad mood," I said with a pouty face. He wrapped his arms around me and berried his face in my shoulder. I kissed his forehead and got up.
"Nooooo," Harry whined. "Don't go!"
"I have to cheek on Gemma and the baby," I giggled. I walked into Bellissa's room and saw Gemma asleep on the big white chair next to Bellissa's crib.
"Morning Elle," Gemma said waking up. She rubbed her eyes and smiled. "Did Harry behave?"
"He's a bit cranky," I smiled. "But yeah, he did."
"I'm going to go home, I told Mum I'd help her with the garden." She smiled and got her bags. Harry said good bye to his awesome sister and collapsed on the couch. I brought Bellissa into the kitchen with me and started cooking breakfast.
"Harry," I called.
"What!" He growled. I looked up from the skillet and at Harry. I didn't say anything. Why was he mad at me? What did he talk to me in that tone?
"Breakfast...it's,ready?" I stuttered in confusion.
"Is that a question?" He looked at me with a hurtful look. I felt like I was going to cry. "Ella?" I glanced up at him.
"Why are you acting like this?" I asked.
"Acting like what?" He snapped. My cell than rang. It was Lou.