the song for this chapter is "Other Drugs," by Brick + Mortar :)
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Time
Is not for you
Dig for deep and days
I'm wasting you
Read between the lines
The cost is clear
Read between the lines and on your clockout fear
Fear
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Finley
I woke up with an ache between my legs that brought back every single memory from last night in an overwhelming montage.
My body also felt very warm again, and just as I was about to make some snide comment about Harry cuddling me despite me telling him not to, I suddenly realized that it was my arm that was slung around his waist.
I couldn't stop myself from physically gagging as I yanked my arm away from him, my instinct causing me to launch my body as far away from him as possible, and due to a slight miscalculation of mattress space available, that far away place ended up sending me right smack dab onto the unforgiving floor.
"Fucking hell," I cursed as I struggled to claw my way out from underneath the blanket that I had tugged along with me to the ground.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I heard the deep and annoyingly amused voice ask from above me, not being able to see him through the thick fabric of the blanket covering my head. I probably looked like a piece of chicken trying to escape a dumpling. Weird analogy, but damn near perfect imagery.
"Oh, you know, just making myself comfortable," I sighed sarcastically, pulling at the edges of the blanket and gasping in a big breath of air once I finally broke out from underneath it.
I turned my staticky head of hair up to him in annoyance, a scowl covering my face as I glared up at him.
"What the fuck do you think I'm doing, smartass? I fucking fell," I scoffed.
He raised an eyebrow at me, his head leaned over the side of the bed and propped up in the grasp of his long fingers, and I watched as they drummed against the side of his face innocently.
"Fell? More like fucking catapulted yourself off the bed when you realized that you were the one who cuddled me last night," he corrected, and as the smug expression spread across his irritatingly perfect chiseled features, I found myself wanting to reach up and claw it off with my nails. Although he'd probably like that, being the psychopath that he is.
Overwhelmed with the pure rage he always seemed to ignite within me, I found myself at a loss for words, something that Harry gladly took advantage of as he continued speaking.
"Mhmm, that's what I thought. I kept my hands to myself all night. You were the one who couldn't seem to keep yours off of me, I even tried to push you off a couple of times during the night, but you kept on coming back," he shrugged.
I attempted to shoot my body upwards to lunge at him, but my feet remained tangled in the blanket, and almost as soon as my body was up, it came tumbling back down, pain shooting through my ass as it collided once again with the floor.
Harry's ringed hand cupped over his mouth and his face flushed a shade of pink as he attempted to stifle his laughter.
"Shut the fuck up, Harry," I warned, kicking my legs around wildly under the blanket as I proceeded to untangle them from its hold.
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