Incidental
Broken Glass
HARRY
I awake in the middle of the night in a strange bed. All the lights are off and I'm having a mini panic attack. I crawl out of the bed and head of the room, feeling my way down the hallway. "Where the fuck am I?" I mumble finding the kitchen. I grab a glass of water and continue to search for any kind of clue as to where I am at.
"Harry?"
Startled, I let the glass slip from my hand and smash upon the floor. "Fuck!" I look up to see Sam standing there with a slight smirk upon her face. Of course I would be here. She approaches the broken glass cautiously, kneeling down to pick up the broken pieces. I join her, putting the pieces delicately into my hands.
"I'm sorry. You just scared the shit outta me."
She laughs. "Sorry, was just wondering who was grumbling like an old man in my kitchen."
"I was thirsty." I zip.
"I see that now -- oh," She simply states before looking down. "That's going to leave a mark." I look down to her now bleeding hand instantly taking it into mine. I navigate us carefully to the sink turning on the water.
"You ought to be more careful." I scorn.
"You distracted me."
"Like hell." I scoff.
She laughs continuing to rinse her hand.
"Where are your bandages?"
"Closet at the end of the hall." She informs.
I fetch the bandages and return to Sam drying her hand with a tea towel. I take her hand again inspecting it for glass.
"You seem clear." I comment before beginning my handy medical work. I place a large bandaid over the cut before goofing off and wrapping her whole hand with gauze.
"Harry!" She laughs quietly.
I laugh tying a knot in the gauze just above her wrist.
She shakes her head, checking out my official work. "Thanks, now back to bed."
"Yes ma'am."
We go our separate ways in separate bedrooms and I can't help but to feel a bit of jealousy and disappointment.
I awake to the smell of coffee and waffles. I waltz out of the room scratching my stomach and rubbing my eye.
"Good morning, Styles."
"Morning." I mumble. "You cook?"
"Yeah, you are just never around." He smirks.
I huff out a laugh, grabbing a cup of coffee. "Yeah, yeah."
"So, do you want to talk about it?" He asks cautiously.
I sit down, bringing the hot mug to my mouth. "I didn't expect it." I shrug. "Didn't think it would hurt this bad."
"Well, I mean you two have been on and off for a bit of time. So, yeah I can understand." "And she just wrote me off. Like it was no big deal." I continue. "That fucking pissed me off." "Come on H, she is definitely that kind of girl."
"Yeah." I nod. "You're right."
"Hey!" Cade interjects. "Madeline is available."
I laugh. "Fuck you."
"Good morning boys." Sam smiles, stepping into the kitchen.
My eyes immediately trail down her fit body to the small pair of tight pajama shorts she is wearing. "Morning." I manage to crack. I clear my throat and set course to the table to hide my uprising excitement. I watch as Sam meets Cade with a kiss before tending to the waffle maker.
"Babe." I hear Cade speak up. "What happened to your hand?"
"Oh, this? Last night I came out for a glass of water and it slipped from my hand. Long story short, I cut myself on some glass and was too tired to bandage properly."
Cade laughs while wrapping her in a hug. "I'll wrap it up properly after breakfast."
Sam looks over at me giving a small wink. She probably thought what I thought if the truth was actually told. Breakfast is served and I'm actually pretty impressed with Cade's skills. Sam asks if I'm feeling better, so I give her the bullshit cliche answer. I'm still too interested and waiting impatiently for her to stand up again so I can see her in those shorts.
"Sound good, Styles?" Cade's voice sneaks in, interrupting my gazing.
"Uh, yeah..yeah."
"Did you even hear what I said?" Cade sighs.
"Honestly, no. I was lost....in thought."
"I said, if you just want to bro it out tonight, we can. Like hit up some bars, find a party."
I watch Sam slip from the kitchen before turning my full attention on Cade. "But you got a girl now. And I would feel shitty if something were to happen."
"I'll be the DD." Cade shrugs.
"How about just some pizza and some movies and a whiskey?"
Cade and I both share a laugh. "Sounds like a good plan, man." Cade nods. "I'm going to go let Sam know it's a guy's night out."
"I mean, she can tag along." I say a bit too eagerly.
"Nah, she will understand. Maybe her and Blair can go do some girl things."
"Heh. I forgot about Blair." I smirk.
"Don't." Cade warns.
"Oh, screw off."
We laugh as Cade walks out of the room. I hear the slightest of the conversation between the two of them as I clean up the rest of our breakfast mess.
"Oh H, you don't have to do that." I hear Sam chime.
"Least I can do." I shrug.
"Go, get! I will finish. You and Cade have plans."
"Fine, fine. Just trying to help out." I say shaking my hands off.
I shuffle back to my temporary room finding my jeans folded neatly on the bed. I hadn't realized that I was wearing someone else's pants up until that point.
"Awkward." I say cocking my head to the side. I pay no mind to the door being open and strip of the mystery pants and shirt.
"Harry, you left--oh! Sorry." She stares.
I look down at myself, noting the chisel of my hips before looking back up. "I left what?" "Huh?" She slightly jumps.
"You started to say I left something?"
"Oh, uh. Yeah, never mind. It can wait." She stutters before zipping away from the door.
I shake my head with a smirk upon my face as I step into my jeans. I venture out to find Cade finishing the zipper of my pants.
"You freaking animal, put some clothes on." Cade barks.
"I need a shirt, mate. Mine smells like whiskey."
"What makes you think I have an extra?"
"Because it's you." I poke.
Over the last 3 years of our friendship, I noticed Cade never went anywhere unprepared so him having an extra shirt wouldn't surprise me.
"You're in luck." He quips tossing me a black shirt.
"Thanks bud."
"Alright boys, I'm off." Sam says entering the room. "Blair and I have a "girls" day ahead of us."
"Hey! Copy cats." I mock.
Cade chuckles before wrapping Sam into a hug and kiss. They depart as Sam exits the apartment. "Have fun! Be careful and make sure to lock the door."
"Will do babe." Cade nods as Sam shuts the door.
"Wait, she trusts you in her apartment?" I question.
"Yeah." He shrugs. "I've got a key."
"Damn Cade, this is serious shit."
"Is it?"
"Uh, yeah." I dumb.
"Enough about this, let's hit up the liquor store and think about where we are getting those pizzas." Cade rambles as we head towards the door.
"Yeah, sounds good."
I awake in the middle of the night in a strange bed. All the lights are off and I'm having a mini panic attack. I crawl out of the bed and head of the room, feeling my way down the hallway. "Where the fuck am I?" I mumble finding the kitchen. I grab a glass of water and continue to search for any kind of clue as to where I am at.
"Harry?"
Startled, I let the glass slip from my hand and smash upon the floor. "Fuck!" I look up to see Sam standing there with a slight smirk upon her face. Of course I would be here. She approaches the broken glass cautiously, kneeling down to pick up the broken pieces. I join her, putting the pieces delicately into my hands.
"I'm sorry. You just scared the shit outta me."
She laughs. "Sorry, was just wondering who was grumbling like an old man in my kitchen."
"I was thirsty." I zip.
"I see that now -- oh," She simply states before looking down. "That's going to leave a mark." I look down to her now bleeding hand instantly taking it into mine. I navigate us carefully to the sink turning on the water.
"You ought to be more careful." I scorn.
"You distracted me."
"Like hell." I scoff.
She laughs continuing to rinse her hand.
"Where are your bandages?"
"Closet at the end of the hall." She informs.
I fetch the bandages and return to Sam drying her hand with a tea towel. I take her hand again inspecting it for glass.
"You seem clear." I comment before beginning my handy medical work. I place a large bandaid over the cut before goofing off and wrapping her whole hand with gauze.
"Harry!" She laughs quietly.
I laugh tying a knot in the gauze just above her wrist.
She shakes her head, checking out my official work. "Thanks, now back to bed."
"Yes ma'am."
We go our separate ways in separate bedrooms and I can't help but to feel a bit of jealousy and disappointment.
I awake to the smell of coffee and waffles. I waltz out of the room scratching my stomach and rubbing my eye.
"Good morning, Styles."
"Morning." I mumble. "You cook?"
"Yeah, you are just never around." He smirks.
I huff out a laugh, grabbing a cup of coffee. "Yeah, yeah."
"So, do you want to talk about it?" He asks cautiously.
I sit down, bringing the hot mug to my mouth. "I didn't expect it." I shrug. "Didn't think it would hurt this bad."
"Well, I mean you two have been on and off for a bit of time. So, yeah I can understand." "And she just wrote me off. Like it was no big deal." I continue. "That fucking pissed me off." "Come on H, she is definitely that kind of girl."
"Yeah." I nod. "You're right."
"Hey!" Cade interjects. "Madeline is available."
I laugh. "Fuck you."
"Good morning boys." Sam smiles, stepping into the kitchen.
My eyes immediately trail down her fit body to the small pair of tight pajama shorts she is wearing. "Morning." I manage to crack. I clear my throat and set course to the table to hide my uprising excitement. I watch as Sam meets Cade with a kiss before tending to the waffle maker.
"Babe." I hear Cade speak up. "What happened to your hand?"
"Oh, this? Last night I came out for a glass of water and it slipped from my hand. Long story short, I cut myself on some glass and was too tired to bandage properly."
Cade laughs while wrapping her in a hug. "I'll wrap it up properly after breakfast."
Sam looks over at me giving a small wink. She probably thought what I thought if the truth was actually told. Breakfast is served and I'm actually pretty impressed with Cade's skills. Sam asks if I'm feeling better, so I give her the bullshit cliche answer. I'm still too interested and waiting impatiently for her to stand up again so I can see her in those shorts.
"Sound good, Styles?" Cade's voice sneaks in, interrupting my gazing.
"Uh, yeah..yeah."
"Did you even hear what I said?" Cade sighs.
"Honestly, no. I was lost....in thought."
"I said, if you just want to bro it out tonight, we can. Like hit up some bars, find a party."
I watch Sam slip from the kitchen before turning my full attention on Cade. "But you got a girl now. And I would feel shitty if something were to happen."
"I'll be the DD." Cade shrugs.
"How about just some pizza and some movies and a whiskey?"
Cade and I both share a laugh. "Sounds like a good plan, man." Cade nods. "I'm going to go let Sam know it's a guy's night out."
"I mean, she can tag along." I say a bit too eagerly.
"Nah, she will understand. Maybe her and Blair can go do some girl things."
"Heh. I forgot about Blair." I smirk.
"Don't." Cade warns.
"Oh, screw off."
We laugh as Cade walks out of the room. I hear the slightest of the conversation between the two of them as I clean up the rest of our breakfast mess.
"Oh H, you don't have to do that." I hear Sam chime.
"Least I can do." I shrug.
"Go, get! I will finish. You and Cade have plans."
"Fine, fine. Just trying to help out." I say shaking my hands off.
I shuffle back to my temporary room finding my jeans folded neatly on the bed. I hadn't realized that I was wearing someone else's pants up until that point.
"Awkward." I say cocking my head to the side. I pay no mind to the door being open and strip of the mystery pants and shirt.
"Harry, you left--oh! Sorry." She stares.
I look down at myself, noting the chisel of my hips before looking back up. "I left what?" "Huh?" She slightly jumps.
"You started to say I left something?"
"Oh, uh. Yeah, never mind. It can wait." She stutters before zipping away from the door.
I shake my head with a smirk upon my face as I step into my jeans. I venture out to find Cade finishing the zipper of my pants.
"You freaking animal, put some clothes on." Cade barks.
"I need a shirt, mate. Mine smells like whiskey."
"What makes you think I have an extra?"
"Because it's you." I poke.
Over the last 3 years of our friendship, I noticed Cade never went anywhere unprepared so him having an extra shirt wouldn't surprise me.
"You're in luck." He quips tossing me a black shirt.
"Thanks bud."
"Alright boys, I'm off." Sam says entering the room. "Blair and I have a "girls" day ahead of us."
"Hey! Copy cats." I mock.
Cade chuckles before wrapping Sam into a hug and kiss. They depart as Sam exits the apartment. "Have fun! Be careful and make sure to lock the door."
"Will do babe." Cade nods as Sam shuts the door.
"Wait, she trusts you in her apartment?" I question.
"Yeah." He shrugs. "I've got a key."
"Damn Cade, this is serious shit."
"Is it?"
"Uh, yeah." I dumb.
"Enough about this, let's hit up the liquor store and think about where we are getting those pizzas." Cade rambles as we head towards the door.
"Yeah, sounds good."
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