The Boy In The Basement// h.s AU✅

TBITB|| LXX

Chapter seventy of 'The Boy In Basement':

        Tick, tick, tick, tick...... Beep... Beep... Beep... Bee-! My hand slammed down and came in contact with my alarm clock. I burried my face further and further into my pillow. My eyes didn't want to snap open. My body felt dead. It was already Tuesday, and I have school today. It's 7 in the morning. Why is school so early in the morning?

        The arms that were wrapped around my waist loosely suddenly tightened their grip and I was moving to the left. My side hit a hard object. I forgot Harry slept with me last night; I was too scared to sleep alone honestly. I mean, something could've happened. Well, not really because Miles is no longer a threat, and the Warriors or Guardians, whatever you want to call them, doesn't want anything to do with us.

"Baby, you have to wake up," his morning voice was the most cutest thing ever. Tiredly, I opened my eyes and smiled. I moved my head from the pillow and sat up, Harry's arms falling from my waist.

        I looked down at Harry. He wore a black muscle shirt and the blankets went up to his ribs under his arm. One side of his face was burried into the pillow with his hair falling over his eyes. His eyelashes tickled under his eyes. Those kissable lips were parted ever so slightly. And then he opened his eyes and looked at me; his green eyes lighting up when they landed with mine.

"Good morning." he smiled and sat up, pushing his hair back with those longer fingers of his. It seems within each passing day, his hair grew another centimeter. I loved his hair so much.

"Morning." I looked out my window. The curtains were open, giving me a clear view of our backyard which the treehouse was located at. Where Miles died. And where I almost died.

        I shook the thought from my head and swung my legs over the bed and stood up. The guys stood here last night. They're all crashing down in the living room. Don't know how their sleeping arrangements went but not my problem.

"Do you know if Niall is awake?" I asked Harry, getting out of bed and walking over to my dresser. I need a shower, I haven't had one since the hospital. Plus, my hair could use a good wash.

"Um, how would I know? I just woke up too, babe." said Harry. I chuckled, oops.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." I informed him.

        I grabbed my cloths and began making my way out of my room and into the bathroom. Harry didn't answer; I just heard him plop back down into bed. It's a good thing school doesn't start until 8:25, so we have at least an hour and twenty minutes to kill.

        Immeditately after I closed the door and locked it, I moved to the tub and leaned, turning on the hot and cold water, adjusting the tempertaure for the shower. It was a good enough, so I went ahead and lifted the nozzle to the shower, up, and it sprayed down into the tub. I had to draw the curtain close.

        Quickly, I undressed and took off my bandages. Those marks were horrible. It made me gag and want to puke just at the sight of them. I'll have Harry wrap them up after breakfast. Pretty sure Louis and Zayn are gonna be sleeping still cause Niall and I both have school and Harry is taking us.

        After my shower, I got dressed. I wore black leggings and a thin, light gray sweater. Today felt like a good day to blow dry my hair and put it up in a messy-but-neat bun. I bothered to put cover-up on my face to try and hide the marks. After I was done with that, I say it was working.

        I put my dirty cloths in the basket, turned the light off and made my way down to the kicthen. Louis laid sprawled on the floor when I walked past the living room, and Zayn had one of the couches. The tv was on and it was playing some movie. I have no idea what it was and didn't bother finsing out because my stomach growled, telling me I needed some food in my system.