Deception |H.S|

Nine

Tw: panic attack

I flipped around my warm pillow and tried to keep my eyes shut, hoping I could continue the dream I was having.

I moved around a bit, trying to get comfortable again, when I felt how my clothes stuck to my perspiring skin.

My eyes cracked open at the uncomfortable feeling, but when I shut them again, green eyes and the scent of vanilla and smoke, clouded up my mind.

No that can't be right? I shook my head slightly, feeling the warm air in my room, cling to me, with every movement I made.

My early morning brain wasn't quite working yet, duo to the lack of caffeine, or the lack of sleep.
Not sure which one of them.

I yawned, and stretched every single muscle in me, before I got up on my knees and just stared unmotivated out of my window.

I felt absolutely disgusting today.
Why didn't I shower last night?
My skin was oily and sticky, and my hair was a completely disaster on top of my head.

I turned my head to look for my phone, and as I remembered, it was laying on the floor next to my bed, but so was my orange pill bottles.

Why was that out?

Shit. I had a nightmare.
I hadn't had a nightmare in so long, that I was almost didn't believe it.

Flashbacks began to creep in, but I quickly shook my head, not wanting to get reminded of something I've fought with for so long.

Then my mind drifted to Harry again.
It was actually quite nice to hang out with him yesterday.
Looking at the stars, and getting to know him.
He was so different.

But then he started to disrespect me, because I didn't want to sleep with him.

I wondered if he was thinking about last night too? Cause right now it seemed like it was the only thing on my mind.

I swung my legs over the edge of my bed, my gross feeling clothes reminding me that I should definitely take a shower.

I grabbed my phone from the table and looked at the clock.

8:15am

My feet landed on the floor as I trudged over to the bathroom, and locked the door behind me.

I dropped my clothes on the floor around my feet before I stepped into the tiny shower, and letted the warm water run down my skin.
I started to massage my cheap ass shampoo into my scalp.
It probably wasn't good for my hair, but it smelled amazing, so who cares.
After that I took my conditioner and rubbed it into my ends before I washed it all out again.

Then I washed my body, shaved and cleaned myself up again, before I stepped out of the shower, feeling the chill of the steam fill the bathroom.
I wrapped my white towel around my body, and dried myself off a bit, before I walked out of there and made my way to my closet, pulling out some clothes.

I jumped into a pair of red football shorts and a white t-shirt showing my lower belly, as the shorts were low waisted.

Then I slid on some white Nike socks and wrapped the towel around my soaked hair.

I sat down in front of my mirror as I started to dab on some makeup, taking a little longer as I kept messing up my lip liner.
My phone buzzed, lighting up my screen, as I received a text from Emma.