Abditory [H.S]

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Luella Jones

I ended up throwing up at 2am. Looks like alcohol, ham and cheese and a bag of chips with tea don't mix up well.

I felt bad because I ended up waking Harry up because of the noises, and then he insisted on helping me even though he was half-asleep. It was adorable; the way I walked into the kitchen to search for him after he said he'd bring me a glass of water, only to find him sitting on one of the stools, a cup of water in his hands, but with eyes closed.

It took him a minute to figure out where he was when I shook his shoulder, waking him up, but then he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the bedroom again to sleep with him.

More like to watch him sleep, 'cause that's what I've been doing for the past half an hour.

I can't bring myself to fall asleep again, my stomach hurts too much and I have this urge to just go home.

I tried slipping out earlier, thought about leaving him a text and walk back home, but I got dragged back harsher into his chest the second I even wiggled my hand out.

His scent is so strong...I've never been a person to like perfumes of such kind, but Harry's is just so addicting.

I ended up pulling my head out of his chest and onto the pillow, still so close against him. I've just been playing with his curled locks in the nape of his neck, focusing on the way he breathes; the only thing that seems to calm me down.

I don't even know what's wrong now, but I just don't feel like sleeping anymore.

I play with the silver ring on my finger, twisting it around and looking at it shine from the light illuminating from the moon. I don't even understand why he just gave it to me. You don't let go of your rings just like that. I'll probably give it to him in the morning, especially when he's spent great money on it.

"Staring at someone sleeping is creepy, you know." I hear Harry murmur, taking my hand out of my view to see him flutter his eyes open.

"I wasn't staring." I reply, stopping the movement in his hair.

"Why are you awake?" He asks, holding back a yawn.

"I don't know." I answer truthfully.

He pulls back a bit to get a good look of me, his eyes wide open now as he takes me in.

"Do you not feel well?" He snakes his hand under the hoodie, moving his thumb around my waist and rotating it in soothing motions, making my body drown into his warm touch.

"My stomach kinda hurts. But that's just from throwing up, can't really do anything about it." I shake my head.

"We can bully it to stop hurting you so you can sleep." He suggests, my lips tugging forward. "I wish it was that easy." I respond.

Harry stays silent, observing me as I start moving my fingers back through his hair.

"What do you usually do before going to sleep?" He asks.

I think about it for a second before replying, "I usually listen to some music, or watch asmr, sometimes read a book until I can't open my eyes. It depends, really."

Harry moves his arm around me more and crushes my body into his as he reaches behind me, grabbing what seems to be a remote controller. I look at him confused as he hands me it, waiting for some sort of explanation.