Complicated

#15

I wake up to what looks like the sun rising, meaning I didn't have as much sleep as I thought. It was the most uncomfortable sleep in my life, the room was freezing and I didn't turn over once, my body aches.

Theres a warm scent of vanilla mixed with tobacco floating around the room. The space next to be is empty, and there is no marks in the sheets indicating that anyone was there at any point during the night. The room felt empty because of this.

I should probably get up and have a shower. Yet I don't want to see myself. How does one go about their everyday life after something like that happens. Like I said. It's not the first time, but the more it happens, the more you really start to feel like an object and that you simply don't deserve to live.

I drag my body up, supporting it on my right arm, it's times like these where I wish I wasn't so thin. Maybe then I'd have some muscle for myself.

I swing my legs off the edge of the bed and instantly come into contact with something squishy. I pull them back up immediately and peer over the side of the bed.

Harry is led on the floor, curled up in a ball fast asleep with no pillow or blanket. My eyes fill up with tears at the thought that he slept their last night so that I could feel comfortable when I woke up. He slept on the floor in the freezing cold with no comfort, just him on the floor, and he did it all for me.

I don't want to wake him by telling him to get into the bed, but yet again I don't want him to stay on the floor in such an uncomfortable spot.

I swing my legs over the side and step over his curled body. I look down at him once more and allow a soft smile to take over my face. I reach out for a pillow and drag the blanket off of the bed in the process.

I pull up the blanket and let it drape carefully over him, i then tuck the blanket down his back gently and down his front. Once he was covered, I take the pillow and softly lift his head up, giving me a big enough gap to slide the pillow under.

He looks so peaceful when he's sleeping. I wish I could just watch him sleep but that would be creepy. It's weird because seeing him sleep genuinely is the only time he doesn't seem to be overrun with business and shows and keeping up a reputation.

"Are you alright?" he groans in a gorgeous morning voice. I'm completely shocked that he's awake right now.

"Oh- yeah sorry my bad..are you?" I panic talk.

"I'm good. Am I alright to relax on the bed for a few minutes? You can have it back in like three ish minutes" he says, his eyes still glued shut.

"Yeah no take as much time as you need" I shake my head, still shocked he's awake. I watch as he slowly gets up, picking the pillow and the blanket up, his back must be aching like crazy.

He plops himself down on the bed, instantly snuggling into the blanket and curling his body trying to regain heat. He seems so..normal. You think of celebrities as these untouchable people when in reality their so soft and lovable.

I walk around the bed and sit down on the untouched side. I look out of the small window that only shows the sky, there are a bunch of clouds forming, dark clouds. It's probably going to rain today.

"Do you want some blanket?" He ask with his eyes shut.

"I um. Sure if your offering" I respond.

"It's big enough for two anyways" he laughs to himself.

He holds the blanket up waiting for me to move under it. I don't want to keep him long so I do and I tuck myself in. I lye facing up to the ceiling for a bit. Nothing comes to mind. Not even last night. All I want is to get warm but it's so hard in such a cold room. Even the sheets are cold.