Calamity [Zarry Stylik AU]©️

Chapter 8: I'LL DO IT BECAUSE I AM YOUR FRIEND

Z,

The thing about alarm clocks is that you can turn them off at any given point if you want to sleep more. Two taps or click or simply just push them off and you can easily go back to sleep, shutting the annoying beeping or alarm sound off. The same with phones: A quick slide of the finger or click of a button and you can go back to sleep for another 10 or 15 minutes. Technology is lovely.

Unfortunately, it's not the same with birds. In the wild.

You can't turn them off, click them away or tap them to silence. You can't fight them. It's their instinct: the sun comes up, and the chirping begins. When I opened my eyes again, I could see the sky in a different shade of blue - not the darkest shade as when the night came or the shade it had during the day, instead it was as if someone were holding a bright light under a blue sheet. The sun was coming up.

I looked down at myself, seeing a pair of hands around my waist. I spent time admiring the long fingers, round nails and rings covering the index, middle and third fingers. The hands were soft but calloused - signs of someone who had worked hard in the past. I took one hand to my nose, smelling its skin and planted a small kiss on the back.

My back was against his chest, his head leaning against mine. I turned my nose sniffing away at his curls. What a beautiful creature I had with me. The sun came out slowly, peeking behind the horizon at us and happiness came through me.

Gently, to not wake him up, I scrambled to my feet, spreading my arms, and stretching my back, feeling my bones crack. My buttocks were sore, and so was my neck, but I had a nightmare-free night. I felt calm. Relaxed and ready to enjoy the beautiful day.

I turned to the tree, finding Harry still asleep. He looked like a rag doll: Legs spread apart, hands at his side, his head slumped to his right his hair covering his face. I could tell he was deep asleep, with his chest barely moving.

I approached my sleeping beauty, crouching next to him. Gently, I lift his chin, looking right at his beautiful sleepy face. I moved the hair away from his eyes, scanning every inch of him. My thumb stroked his eyebrow, coming down his cheek, outlining his lips and caressing his jaw. He was beautiful. Looking at him I felt myself falling into the ether, right into him.

This was a face I had been looking for, but I didn't know I needed it.

"Harry," He didn't move. I wanted to keep him like this: quiet, beautiful, calm and mine forever. "Harry," I called again. I see a frown on his face. "Harry."

The eyes looking back at me were still sleepy. I cupped his face with my hands, protecting him.

Harry's eyes opened, scanning my face. Travel from mine, down to my nose stopping at my lips. I recognized the temptation of what he was thinking, wanting to act on it myself.

"Good morning,"

Harry's eyes met mine again. What appeared to be devotion turned into confusion after a few blinks.

Then into a panic.

"HOLY SHIT!" Harry practically pushed me out of the way, jumping to his feet. "WHAT TIME IS IT? WHAT TIME?"

He looked at his watch and gasped dramatically.

"Harry,"

"Oh no, no, no, no..." Harry turned back to the way he came the night before, half walking half running back. "I can't believe I fell asleep!"

"Harry, it happens," I yelled. Then, my friend stumbled over his own feet, tripping and then falling on the grass stretched out like a sea star. I stood next to him, trying hard not to laugh as he gasped for air. Crouching next to him, I placed one hand over his racing heart. "Are you okay?"