Strange [h.s.]

Three

This is the first part of a double update! Make sure to read chapter four right after!

Ella Frazier

During my senior year of high school, I remember my English class being given an assignment to write about where we would want to be in five years. 

Some of my classmates had written about finishing college and then finding themselves a job, some had written that they would be working in some trade job straight after graduation, and others had written that they had absolutely no clue where they would be.

I was one of those people.

I remember writing that wherever my path led me, I just wanted to be happy with where I was.

And as I lay in bed right now, facing the sleeping beauty on the left side of my bed, I can't help but feel as though I am exactly where I need to be.

I woke up a little earlier than usual, the birds starting their morning ritual of chirping just outside my window, and the sun just barely waking up as well. 

I stare at Harry, who is still peacefully asleep on his side, one of his hands is pushed under the pillow that his head rests on while his other arm is draped over my waist. I take the time to look over his features, his eyebrows pulled down slightly in a pout. His mouth is slightly pushed open due to his face being squished against the pillow. I watch his chest slowly rise and fall as his light breathing fills the silence of the room. 

I lift my hand up off of the mattress, reaching forward to push a piece of his hair away from his eyes and tucking it behind his ear. I let my hand linger, trailing down his jaw before lightly dropping it back to its previous spot on the sheets. The movement causes harry to stir in his sleep, inching himself closer to me and tightening his hold on my waist.

"Why are you already up?" Harry whines into my chest, his voice low and tired from just waking up

I let a light chuckle leave my lips as my hand comes to meet the skin of Harry's bareback, using the tips of my nails to run them up and down the expanse of his back, "Im not sure. Just woke up on my own I guess."

"Well go back to sleep," Harry sluggishly speaks, burying his head deeper into my chest and tangling our legs together.

"Im already up," I whisper to him and before I can finish my sentence, Harry interrupts me

"No, no you're not," he says, bringing a hand to my face blindly and feeling around, finding my eyes and shutting my eyelids with his fingers.

"Harry, come on," I laugh

"Im sleeping, I can't hear you."

I roll out of his hold, to which Im met with a very unimpressed groan from the man in my bed. I sling my legs over the edge of the bed, planting my feet on the ground and feeling Harry's hand land on my back, sliding down and landing on the mattress with a dramatic thud as I stand up. 

"Im going to take a shower and get ready for the day, lazy," I walk over to my closet, pulling out a pair of pink flared pants and a pastel tie-dye tank top, "I hope to see my lovely boyfriend when I get done."

"Won't happen, he's dead," Harry speaks into the mattress, his hand still half dangling off the edge of the bed where I left.

I walk out of the closet, leaning my body against the entryway of the closet as I stare at him. I take a moment before I go to respond, but get cut off by the ringing of a phone, more specifically Harry's phone. I smirk as I watch him slowly pick himself up from his comfortable position, his sleepy eyes now opening as he looks over at me in the door frame.