Deception - H.S

Chapter 48

Hope Whitlock

When I opened my eyes, I was warm and covered in the comfort of the white fluffy blanket. My eyes felt extremely dry, something I haven't experienced before, it was weird.

Harry was sitting on the other side of the bed in the same clothes as yesterday minus the flannel, his legs stretched out under the blanket that was covering his legs and a book in his hands. He looked so focused and pretty...

"Hi..." I say the one word that I often do with him when we end up in situations such as this.

Even though I spoke softly, he was startled, "Fuck!" He immediately closed the book and put it on the floor on his side. I think he was embarrassed that I caught him reading which had me biting on my tongue to stop myself from smiling.

I giggle slightly without meaning to and stretch my body, noticing that I was wearing his flannel. "Did you put this on me?" I lay on my side to face him; I was not ready to get out of bed just yet, being extremely comfortable in this bed with him.

"Do you remember putting it on yourself?" he cocks a brow at the obvious answer.

"Sorry..." I mumble and tuck my hands underneath my cheeks, observing him as he looked down at me.

He had been up for a while because he didn't have the morning rasp in his voice and his eyes were not puffy like they usually are when he wakes up. I have noticed his eyes more than anything else, them being my favorite feature but I wouldn't tell him that. I never know how he would react if I admitted such things.

"You're staring." He states.

"I know..." I smile. I want to reach out and pull him into bed just so I could get a hug from him but that was out of his comfort level and honestly would just be weird for the both of us.

"We had sex last night." I state the obvious, to which he chuckles, "We did."

"And you're still here." I was almost certain that I would be waking up alone, I barely remember falling asleep though, I was really tired.

"I am." He holds himself up by one elbow, leaning over and tucking my hair behind my ear.

I stretch once more, rubbing my eyes and sitting up in bed. When I look to the right, I could see things clearer than normal.

I slept with my contacts in.

I push the covers aside, jumping to my feet and going straight for the washroom, "Shit!" I examine my eyes and confirm that they were still on and not rolled off under my eyelid.

I quickly wash my hands and pat them dry before trying to slide it so I could take them off but it was barely moving. Was it stuck to my eye?

Harry rushes in, a worried look on his face, "What's wrong?" I kept trying to move the lens but I think my eye was so dry that it was stuck? I ignore Harry completely and try my other eye but the same thing happened.

"Why the fuck are you poking your eye?" He squints his eyes, confused at what I was doing but I was panicking on the inside. This is why I didn't want to get glasses or contacts because I was going to be careless with them and do shit like this.

When I don't respond, he grabs both my wrists and pulls me towards him to stop me from what I was doing, "Answer me."

"I slept with my contacts in and now my eyes are dry and it's not moving. I think it's stuck in my eye! Do we need to go to the ER? What if they never come out and I go blind! I should never have gotten-" I whine, stomping my foot a few times.

"Shut up and relax!" He cuts me off, forcing back a laugh. How could he find amusement in such a situation? I frown and look at him, my eyes glossing over because I was so scared that something bad was going to happen.