Anarchy Ladder - {H.S} au

Chapter 12 - You Think We Are Friends Narc?*

Psa: I know Lenny's hair is black now, but they have way more pictures of them with blonde so just imagine the pictures I add to the story with dark hair!

Lennon

I can smell the aftermath of the storm that had cooled everything down last night, blending with the Rose and Ivy scented candle I had forgotten to blow out.

As my eyes slowly fluttered open to be met with the sun just peeking up over the building across the way, my entire body froze up and my lips parted when I felt a coolness of rings resting up against my stomach under my shirt. Followed by the feeling of warmth radiating against my back from a body.

Harry's body.

Shit.

I bit my bottom lip not knowing if I should just lay there pretending to be asleep, or rip his arm away from the stronghold he had around my waist.

I hate cuddling, and not just because it was him doing it, but because I am not one for the whole physical touch side of things.

I'm not a hugger, I'm not a Spooner, I'm not one for any sort of mushy-gushy affection. I like to kiss though, I like small touches.

But I hate feeling confined.

Why the fuck would I allow this? It was the shots from last night screwing with my head.

I carefully kicked the covers from off of my legs, scrunching my face up as my fingers gently gripped his wrist. I began to peel him away from my body, slowly sitting up in my bed and turning my head towards him.

"Hi, " he grinned wickedly forcing me to shout and flail myself off of the bed, not expecting him to be staring at me, or even be awake.

I fell to the ground with a thud, screwing my eyes shut when my back hit the dense carpet. I have fallen three times now due to him being around, three times! I have been counting and I don't fucking appreciate it.

"Why would you do that!" I hissed as I rubbed the back of my head, slowly sitting up to see him still laying on his side with a small smirk on his lips. His elbow and fist propping the side of his head up, the front of his bare torso exposed giving me the view of his inked skin.

"I don't think I fuckin pushed you off did I?" he raised an eyebrow at me before sitting his back up against the headboard to stretch his arms over his head. "Are you gonna just sit on the floor or are we gonna go get Nelly?"

I squinted my eyes at him, grabbing onto the bed for support as I pulled myself up onto my feet.

"You are going to get Nelly, there is no we, " I pointed a harsh finger at him as I made my way towards my windowsill where a pack of cigarettes was placed. "I need Lennon time, me time."

I leaned my back against the windowsill, plucking a cigarette from the pack and placing it between my lips, only to lift my gaze through my eyebrows when I noticed Harry giving me a strange look.

"Don't look at me like that, " I rolled my eyes as I muttered through the filter. "I am a raging nicotine addict, shocker, I don't need your judgement." I grabbed my lighter from the ledge, lighting it up and taking a sharp drag.

"I'm not judgin, it's just, the hair is really throwin me off you always wake up looking like you got struck by lightning?" he pointed to his own head and I couldn't help but pinch the bridge of my nose.

It is way too early for this nonsense, I don't even think I am fully awake yet, and here he goes annoying the absolute shit out of me.

"You expect me to wake up looking like I'm fresh out of playboy or something? As if, " I huffed as I blew smoke from the corner of my mouth. "You know where the front door is."