The Way I Feel Inside | h.s.

7

POV: Harry

I opened my eyes and blinked a few times, forgetting for a moment what day it was and where I was. Typical behavior for me though, as I have a very hard time waking up. Once I blinked most of the sleep out of my eyes I focused on the soft white glow of the LED's, and felt an incredible warmth on my right side. I looked down to see my hand was rested on the top of Bee's blond head resting on my chest. She was fast asleep, her right hand limply laying across my legs. I noticed her index fingertip resting in one of my belt loopholes on my trousers.

I lifted my head slightly to look up and over at the one large window in her apartment. It was up in the loft area behind her bed and took up almost the whole wall, making up for the lack of windows in the kitchen and living room. I didn't see any hint of daylight coming in through the curtains.

I noticed I was uncomfortably warm. I also had to wee. There was no way I'd be able to fall back asleep until both of those problems were tended to.

Very slowly, I removed my hand from Bee's head. Then I reached down to her hand and removed her finger from my belt loop hole, placing it to her side. I swung my legs out and grabbed a pillow that neither of us were using, placing it under her head while I simultaneously slithered out from under her. I felt very slick as I landed on my knees looking at her to make sure she was still asleep. I stood up, took off my hoodie and draped it across one of the stools by the kitchen counter. I walked gingerly through the kitchen to the toilet.

While I was having a wee I looked around the small room and wondered if I could live in a space like this. She's got a shower and no bathtub. I love taking baths, so that would be tough for me. But I like her living space overall, and she seems comfortable in it. It feel likes a home.

I washed my hands with soap that had a warm ginger scent. When I stepped back out to the kitchen I pulled my phone from my trousers and saw the time was 3:10 a.m. I also had several missed calls and four texts from Mitch.

12:45am: Are you back from your walk yet? Pizza in our roooooom

 1:02am: Where r you? Just went to your room. Don't make me tattle to Jeff !!

1:45am: Please text, Sarah and I need cuddles

2:30am: Seriously please text so we know you're ok. Love u.

I clicked on his contact name in my phone immediately, feeling bad for worrying him. I usually do my own thing for a few hours on our nights off, but I end up back in Sarah and Mitch's hotel room with them at the end of the night. If I don't sleep in there, I usually always go tell them goodnight.

Mitch's groggy voice answers on the second ring. 

"I was starting to get worried man, are you back in your hotel room now? What did you do tonight? Are you okay?" His lack of greeting along with all the questions only made me feel more guilty for worrying him.

"Yeah I'm sorry man," I spoke just above a whisper, standing as close to the front door as possible so Bee wouldn't hear me, "I uh... I ran into someone and we ended up getting food and hanging at her place. In uh... Queen Anne I think?"

He sighed heavily in relief on the other end and I heard him relay the information to Sarah. "Tell him to bloody call next time, preferably at bedtime like he usually does!" she complained. I smiled, always feeling flattered that they worry about me. Bedtime for the three of us was usually around 1 a.m. and we always said goodnight.

"Did you hear that?" Mitch asked.

"Yes, and tell her I'm sorry too. I lost track of time and fell asleep before bedtime so that's why I didn't call. I'm sorry. I'll let you both get back to sleep. I'll see you at 4:00 tomorrow for soundcheck."