alleyway [h.s]

chapter 25

play song when you see ***
song: cherry flavoured by the neighbourhood

RUBY'S POV

I woke up to a sharp pain in my neck, and found myself laying on the couch with a passed out Harry laying his head on my stomach in between my legs.

The movie intro was playing over and over again on the tv, and I noticed that it's still dark out. Meaning that it's probably the early morning.

I groan as I move my neck and pat Harry on the head.

"Harry"

Nothing.

"Harryyy"

Still no movement.

"Fuck sakes" I mumble before literally shaking him so he'll wake up.

"Huh?" He jumps up, hair messy all over his head. "Ow! Fuck" he continues, speaking about his injury.

"We fell asleep and my neck is killing me" I mumble, still tired.

"Sorry baby. Guess we were tired. But now that I'm awake, I won't be able to sleep" he says, pulling me onto his lap and rubbing my neck.

"Sorry I woke you but I couldn't stay in that position for any longer" I say, drawing little circles on his lower back.

"It's okay baby" and he kisses the side of my head. "Are you still tired? I can take you up to bed"

"No, not really" I lie. I just want to spend time with him.

"How about we go for a little drive then, yeah? I promised you we would watch the sunrise together" pulling me out from where my face was nuzzled in his chest and kisses my cheek.

I smile at him and nod.

I would really love that. Once again, a moment pulled straight out from a movie.

"Alright, go get some pants and maybe a sweater on and I'll grab blankets and pillows" and he's pulling off of his lap.

I run upstairs to pull on some sweats, and one of Harry's hoodies. I'm fully dressed in his clothes.

His boxers, his sweat pants, his t-shirt and his hoodie.

I grab him a shirt and hoodie of his own and his pain meds so he can take one. Once I'm downstairs, I see him coming out from the laundry room with blankets and pillows.

"Shit! I forgot to put our clothes in the dryer!" Running to the hall.

Harry laughs and says, "don't worry baby. I did it" and throws the stuff on the couch.

I roll my eyes playfully and hand him his clothes and pills that he gladly puts on, struggling a bit when it comes to his shirt and hoodie but he manages.