Desolate - h.s. ✓

° twenty-one °

     Two hours had gone by when I woke up, my body warmer than normal. I blamed it on the fact that I had fallen asleep in jeans, but then recalled that another human was lying beside me. Getting up, the soft snores that would leave Harry's lips gave me enough confidence to change without worrying. Quickly pulling off my jeans, I switched into a pair of shorts, heading downstairs. Grabbing a bottled water from the fridge, I drank some before walking back upstairs. Once I was back in my bedroom, I put on a record, playing it softly. There was some homework I figured I could get done, so I took out my laptop, sitting on my bed beside Harry. He didn't stir very much, my bottled water resting beside me as I started writing an essay for my history class. It was kind of annoying, but I knew we had to do one every quarter, so I wasn't overly angry. After about three hundred words were written in expressing why I thought the colonists threw the tea into the harbor, Harry stirred beside me. His skin had colored more into a light purple around the cuts, but somehow he looked fine with the marks. Rolling my eyes at the thought, I continued typing, surprised when arms wrapped around my thigh.

"You have to be joking," I whispered, setting my computer on my nightstand. "Harry, get off."

"Mm, no."

"You're so annoying, let go of me!"

"You're comfy," he told me, blinking a couple of times before glancing up at me. "You should play with my hair."

"I'm doing work," I commented, not sure why he was still wrapped around me. "I can't really do that right—"

"Please. You do it way better than Hailey. She just plays with my curls, but you run your nails over my scalp and that's so nice."

Laughing quietly, I gave in. Harry closed his eyes, letting go of my leg, and resting his head on my lap. He seemed relaxed as I played with with his hair, the boy clearly happier now than he had been in a while. Or, it seemed that way anyway. When about ten minutes had passed, I stopped, Harry complaining softly against me.

"No, my hand is tired."

"But that feels good," he whined.

"Harry, no more. I have to write a paper."

He grumbled something, but moved, pulling his phone out. I grabbed my laptop, continuing to write. Adding about two hundred more words, I glanced at Harry's phone, seeing he was talking to Reggie. Though, by the look of all capital letters from Harry, I could tell something wasn't right. However, I was probably not supposed to be looking at his phone. Continuing to write, I only got another thirty words before Harry sat up, tensing entirely.

"What happened?"

"She sent Reggie nudes. I'm pissed. He showed me screenshots."

"Harry."

"Why would she do that to me?" he asked, his eyes meeting mine. "I don't ever hurt her feelings, I don't cheat. Well, I almost did today, but I didn't. But I am so upset. Nicole, why would she do that to me again?"

Setting my laptop down, I shifted forward, my arms wrapping around Harry. He didn't really move, and even acted like he wanted me to let go of him. Without really thinking, I pushed myself up under his arm, his eyes sad, though a small smile appeared on his face.

"You're stupid. I hate you," he mumbled.

"Um, I hate you more," I grinned, trying to shift out from under his arm, though he caught me. "Noooo, let go!"

Harry shook his head, letting go of me. I went to shift, but was surprised when he practically tackled me. Or, tackled me as much as he could considering we were already in my bed. My eyes were wide, Harry's body leaning over mine, his hands pressing my wrists to the bed.