Underground

16

Harry Styles

The feeling of sweat along my hairline and back along with the panic of a nightmare brings me jumping from my sleep, the only sound being my heavy breaths. 

The same nightmare occurring again and again you would think I would be use to it but I will never get use to the memories rekindling in my dreams. 

I will never get his eyes out of my mind. 

I rub the sweat off of my forehead, still filled with the images in my memory the nightmare just filled me with, bringing my hand to the light beside me only to feel nothing there.

"Shit." I curse, remembering I decided to stay at Uriella's, bringing my feet down to the floor and lifting myself up I make my way into the bathroom across the hall. 

I open the door to her guest room, walking quietly over to her bathroom, closing the door and turning on the lights, making me wince and shut my eyes. I open my eyes after they have fully adjusted and look into the mirror, my nearly porcupine hair being sloppy and the shirt and sweats she let me borrow adorning my body. They're huge for her but they fit me well.

I walk over to the faucet, turning the sink on and splashing the water onto my tired face once its cold. Turning off the sink I wipe my face with my hands as a few drops of water stay undried on my cheeks and eyelashes. 

I walk back over to the door, turning off the light and opening the door and heading back to the room, my hand going to the cold guest room doorknob until a sound makes my head turn to the stairs. 

I look to Uriella's room to see her door ajar, meaning she must be awake and as much as I don't want to bother her I also know I won't be going back to sleep so I head down the stairs to see light coming from the kitchen. 

I follow the light to see her small frame by the sink and before I can even think to let her know I am in the room she turns her body towards me. Her whole body freezes in fear for a moment until she recognizes the person in front of her. 

It makes me upset how scared it seems she still is, more upset her startled demeanor probably didn't start from just last night. 

With her hand on her chest and a cup of coffee in her hand she opens her mouth to speak. "You scared the shit out of me." She chuckles, though we both know the reason she is so jumpy is nothing close to comedic. 

Seeing her last night, so broken and tired on the floor is something that I can't find the emotion to explain but all I know is I never want to see her look like that again. 

"Sorry." is all I say with a small reassuring smile as she smiles in return. 

"Couldn't sleep either?" She asks and as I look over at the oven clock  to see it's four thirty in the morning, I shake my head and all she does is nod. "Yeah, me neither." She whispers, a meaning beside her words I can't completely undersatnd but I let it be. 

"How long have you been awake?" I ask, looking for some sort of conversation in a moment where there is close to none. 

"Um." She looks at me for a second, thinking too long. "Like ten minutes ago." She shrugs, turning back around and grabbing another mug from the cabinet above her. 

I walk towards her, watching her pore more of the caffeinated liquid into another cup, she looks up to see me beside her and she just slides the black coffee over to me. 

"I hope the bed was alright, no ones really ever slept in it before." She says, taking another sip while looking up at me through her thick eyelashes, her intoxicatingly blue eyes being all I can see over the mug.