Chapter10

#Chapter10

When she exited the bathroom, Cryssy immediately spotted Harry pacing back and forth next to his bed. No shirt and a pair of sweats on, his cell pressed up against his ear as he fought with whoever was on the other line. His eyebrows were knit together as he glared at the floor. He walked on, occasionally raking a hand through his mess of chocolate brown curls. His emerald eyes momentarily caught Cryssy's when he heard her exit the bathroom, but he went back to pacing seconds later. She sighed, and walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, deciding maybe if she made breakfast, Harry would be in a better mood.

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/"Look Matt, I don't need any recovery time. It was one fucking fight, alright? I'm fine and I'll be in the gym later,/" Harry hissed angrily into his mobile.