Abditory [H.S]

23

Hey babes.

Luella Jones

I groan, stretching out shakingly as I feel my pillow lighter than usual.

I feel a headache across my whole head, hurting me enough as I can't seem to open my eyes.

What the hell happened last night?

I wince as I uncover my eyes slowly, blinking to get them clear again.

I notice a white ceiling, with not the usual drawings I got on there, making me furrow my eyebrows as I turn my head down to look at the white blanket covering myself.

Since when did I get white bedsheets?

I sit up on the bed slowly, looking around me, noticing how everything is different.

Did I switch to a new timeline? Is this another universe?

I notice my phone on the bed side table, grabbing it to look at the time, reading 11:44am.

I'm so confused right now.

I don't bother to check my messages, getting up from the bed as I immediately feel dizzy, my vision going white for a second.

I look up at an opened closet, suits and clothes all hung on it and thrown on the ground.

I look to my right to see another closed white door, furrowing my eyebrows.

Where the hell am I?

This is confusing, wasn't I on a beach?

I look at the bedside table again, noticing a picture frame, looking at a pic of a woman with Harry and another girl.

What the fuck?

Suddenly, it hits me that I was indeed on a beach, but with Harry.

Oh my god is this Harry's room?

Fuck fuck fuck no.

I walk towards the door, not looking at the ground to trip over something, catching myself before I fall as I see my shoes.

When did I even take my shoes off?

I ignore that and open the door, detecting how the whole place is quiet.

This is creepy, have I been kidnapped by Harry Styles?

I see a staircase, moving towards it to walk down slowly, getting more close to the ground, I hear some type of music.

Is that Fleetwood Mac?

As I turn my head towards the kitchen, I stare at a shirtless Harry, his back towards me while I see a bunch of eggs, flour, and milk ontop of the counter.

What is he making right now?

"Goodmorning." I decide to speak.

"If you don't lo- jesus fucking hell." I hear Harry curse loudly, dropping a spoon on the ground.

He turns to look at me as I notice his whole chest covered with flour and what not, containing my laugh as I see him put a hand over his chest.

"For fucks sake nerd, don't do that to me." He turns once again to the stove behind him, confusing me more on what he's making.

I walk to sit on the counter seats, now seeing a mix of batter beside the stove while he flips something.

Is he for real making pancakes right now?

I keep staring, more and more confused on why he's making breakfast.

Why'd he even bring me to his penthouse? He could've just woken me up, I'm not really a heavy sleeper.