The Me You Can't See (H.S)

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TW: Brief mentions of panic attacks.

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Haven's POV:

I woke up in the middle of the night. Not because of a nightmare but because I was shivering as we lay on the cold ground underneath the early morning sun.

My eyes fluttered open and for a second I forgot where I was as I scanned the surrounding area, shocked to find Harry directly in front of me.

His brows furrowed and his pink lips formed a pout as he let out tiny breaths in his sleep. Our position had somehow changed throughout the night and now we slept facing one another, only our pinkies interlocked, our foreheads practically touching each other.

He slept as if he were in a constant state of confusion. His eyebrows never seemed to unfurrow. . . asleep or awake. I closed my eyes, still sleepy and as I felt another gust of wind pass by us, Harry's arm came around my waist landing on my back as he pulled me towards him, burrowing his head in my neck.

I didn't move as I felt his soft breaths fan the skin of my neck, effectively sending shivers up and down my spine. Goosebumps littered the span of my arm and that's how sleep took over me for the second time that night.

We woke up to the horrible shrill of a phone going off. My eyes burned as I tried to open them but I did nonetheless, squinting as I turned over to find Harry had taken his hand off my waist, reaching for the loud phone.

"What?" he growls out and I chuckle at his obvious annoyance at the unknown caller. Harry looks over squinting his eyes at me a grin threatening to show.

This doesn't last because soon after his expression immediately drops, my guess at whatever the person on the other line had said. His cheeky demeanour is now wiped and I can practically see his walls go back up.

"Today? You wanna do this today?" he spits out through gritted teeth and a locked jaw.

He sighs, bringing his hand to rub against the back of his neck he seems deep in thought as he nods to whatever the other is saying.

"Now?" he says in disbelief. Harry clearly does not like whoever is giving him orders and I watch as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Whatever. . .I'll be there soon." He waits no time in standing up and throwing on his shoes.

He can't seem to look at me and I know whatever the person said clearly bothered him. I take it as my cue and I stand up wincing as I do so. Sleeping on the ground does not make bruised ribs feel any better but regardless I shove my feet into my own shoes. Bending down, he grabs his blanket balling it up in his fist whilst strutting over to his car.

I stand there a little confused as to how his demeanour changed so quickly and drastically. Yes, he was annoyed when the phone rang but nothing like he is now. I can practically see the fumes coming out of his ears.

"Are you coming or what? If you wanna walk be my guest." he snaps at me and I swear to god my eyes almost bugged out of my head.

"You wanna ask that again?" I snap back. Ok, he might be mad but I did absolutely nothing wrong to warrant this reaction so he better check his tone before I knock him out again.

His eyes soften and he closes his eyes before opening them to ask me again, "Please."

I have no way home so I grab our trash throwing it into the garbage before opening the passenger door.

Starting the car, he has yet to say anything, not a hi or good morning. . . nothing. I saw his reaction to the phone call but I can't wonder if he regrets last night. If he was embarrassed that he let it happen, and his lack of speaking isn't helping.