For Your Eyes Only [h.s.]

Ch. 32 - "summon the sun"

Adelaide Young
July 15, 2021 12:23 pm

The sun breaking through the nearly-complete blackout curtains wakes us both gently, the rocking of the bus the perfect way to get a good night's sleep. I probably shouldn't have stayed with Harry last night after all of the other rule breaking, but I knew I would need him.

I never would have slept through the night had he not been here. I only woke up once, stirring Harry in the process. This nightmare was a bit different than the others, usually my mind is plagued by one of three possibilities; flashbacks of my father's death, flashes of the attacks from Noah, or general stress coming from my mother these past few years with how bad things have gotten with her. Harry still doesn't know the extent of my mother's issues, and I would love to keep it that way for as long as possible. 

Last night Noah was there, but he didn't attack me like he usually does in my nightmares. This time he hurt Harry. Harry must've heard me because when I was stirred out of the dream he was already holding me tight, telling me it was all a dream. While I feel a bit guilty for being the cause of his own lack of sleep, I know he would have been more upset if I didn't stay with him and allow him to comfort me.

When I came to I immediately needed to check that he was ok, so I am sure he has a hint of what happened in the dream. I'm appreciative that he never pushes me to talk about them if it seems I don't want to though. 

I can feel his body beginning to shift beneath me so I lean into him indulgently. 

"Mmmmm." Is all he manages to... say - to moan? What even was that noise? I can't help but laugh quietly to myself.

I take a deep breath, the quiet and privacy of this room a peaceful zen I don't want to ruin. "Good morning to you too." I say back to his noise/grunt/moan. I begin to stretch out my body and adjust myself to a new comfortable position, gently still snuggled against Harry.

"That's the best night sleep I've had in awhile, why did we ever stop staying together overnight?" He asks me, his eyes still shut. 

"You know why." I say, moving my arms so they are resting close to my chest now, until Harry snatches me by the wrist.

"No you don't." Harry says, placing my arms back on top of his chest, then wrapping his arms around me again. He wiggles his head back and forth a bit, so his cheek is flush against the top of my head. 

"Harry" I draw out teasingly.

"No, we aren't doing anything wrong." He says eyes still shut, smiling to himself. "We are two friends-slash-co-workers who for the sake of their own mental health sleep in the same bed and cuddle. There is nothing wrong or romantic about this." He says so nonchalantly. 

I laugh at his stubbornness and the fact that he is somehow both not really wrong, and yet completely wrong. He knows how good he is at this.

"If you say so Harry."

"Mmm, say my name again love."

"Harry!" I shout while smacking down hard on his chest.

"Oh, definitely shout my name baby." A smile appears across his beautiful face big enough that both of his dimples make appearances, causing me to melt a little. Before anything else, I place the pad of my pointer finger in the crease of his dimple, feeling the gentle fold of his cheek, memorizing the feeling. Then I push in on him, hard as a retaliation for the comment.

I push myself up at his comeback, and before I can move to get out of the bed he grabs me around my ribcage and brings me back down back into my resting position on him.

"Ok, ok. I'll stop teasing. I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me baby." He says, kissing my temple and getting himself comfortable again. He begins to run his fingers through the hair that has somehow come out of the french braid I put it into last night, the scrunchie somewhere missing among the sheets now I assume.