Bereft (h.s)

13. I really needed it.

Chapter 13

Alycia's pov.

I woke up suddenly after having a bad dream. It wasn't anything major but I always have a recurring dream of being chased and someone breaking in my home while i'm there. It's weird. It was way more harsh in the beginning but now I'm used to it. It's still fucking scary, but it's normal to me now. I always need a minute to recover though.

I slowly sat up and removed Harry's arm from where it was sling over my waist. He was touching me, which usually happens when we sleep together. Honestly, I know it was probably just as much me as it was him. I tried not to wake up him up but he shuffled in his sleep a bit.

I rubbed my hands over my face and looked over at the nightstand to see it said 4:09am. I looked around his room and felt weirdly...warm. I feel...safe here. But honestly i'd probably safe anywhere that can't be broken into my a crazy ass ex.

I sighed and slowly laid back down on my back.

Suddenly Harry reached his arm over and pulled me into him so we were chest to chest.

"Are you okay little one?" He asked in an extremely deep and raspy voice. His eyes were still closed but I guess he felt me lay down.

I sighed and wrapped arms around his neck and he nuzzled into me more.

"I'm good." I whispered honestly and I felt him press his lips to my neck in a sweet kiss.

"Good. Get some sleep love." He said groggily and his arms around my waist tightened to pull me closer.

Fuck it. I want to cuddle him right now. I'll start the only being friendly and working together thing tomorrow. Right now, i'm here, in his house, in his bed, cuddling with him and i'm okay with it. Honestly...i was more than okay with it.

Once his breathing steadied, I figured he was back asleep and I kissed the top of his head as one of my hands rested in his hair.

He moved one of his legs in between mine so we were fully tangled in each other.

Fuck, maybe he wasn't asleep.

I just...really appreciate how Harry has been towards me recently. I've needed it. It's nice to feel like someone's watching out for you. I don't know, it's just nice. He's just nice.

I just hate the fact that I know he's going through some shit himself. All those pills? And the coke? I'm just so confused. I've seen him smoke weed but I guess i've never been around him while he was high on anything else because trust me, I would notice. I dated Dylan. I know what it looks like.

I just hope he's okay. I know he has friends, i've seen them with him in the studio when he was working on his own stuff. I know him and Matt talk a decent amount and honestly, I know he probably has a handful of girls. That's fine. I mean, it is. I just don't know what's his intention with me. Clearly he thinks it's more than friends because he said that. Or maybe he just wants it to be more than just friends. Maybe a friends with benefits thing but I just honestly don't know what the fuck is going on.

Im honestly overthinking it though and I know that. I just don't need to complicate it. It is what it is. But no more after I leave his house. Well, in the way we've been doing things.

After a few hours, I heard a groan and my eyes fluttered open to see Harry stretching with his head still on my stomach and light pouring through his window.

I mimicked his actions and spread my arms out to stretch as my legs wrapped around Harrys middle since he was in between my legs with his head my stomach.