Lover of Mine | h.s. |

18

Just wanted to put the layout of Cordelia's room here so you could get a more visual understanding of it! Enjoy the chapter!

I feel the familiar feeling of hands on my body as I roll to face the inner part of my bed, my eyes clamped closed.

It was early in the morning, that I knew, and it took me a long time to realize the hands on my body were real, not my imagination.

It takes me a lot of motivation to roll back to face the person, the warmth of the blankets reminding me of Harry's body.

A small whine leaves my lips as the hands come up to brush away some hair from my face, not having the strength to push their hand away.

Either Angelina or my mother had entered the room and was making sure I was comfortable.

I let no one else come into my room during my slumber hours.

"You're either a heavy sleeper or you just really don't care that a man is stroking your face."

His rough voice reaches my ears, his thumb rubbing my cheek. The words don't process in my mind, my face pushing further into the pillow.

He only chuckles before his presence comes closer, his breath ricocheting off my ear.

"It's time to wake up, dove."

This time the words actually register, the small nickname acting like a curse breaker, magically willing me awake.

Opening my eyes, I see a curly haired man on his knees next to my bed, a small smile on his face as he continues to rub my cheek.

"Harry..."

I smile appears on my face, his name rolling off my tongue in a tired tone.

"Hey sweetheart." He whispers, pulling his hand from my face to instead rest it over my own that's laying on the mattress.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, a yawn threatening to escape. "How are you here?"

"My family is here." He shifts, his other arm coming up to prop on the bed, his head resting against it before he makes eye contact with me. "And your mother let me in."

"That's nice." I finally yawn, my eyes starting to close.

"Mhm." He reaches up and pulls away my covers slightly, enough to reveal the teddy bear in the crook of my arm. "Who's this?"

"Wilbur." I respond, my mind starting to go from reality back into dream world. "His name is Wilbur."

I can imagine him smiling, his hand coming up to my cheek before rubbing it. "You're really tired, aren't you?"

I hum in response, sinking further into my bed.

"Maybe I should leave you be if you need more sleep." I feel him shift again before his lips press against the side of my head. "I'll come back in a few hours."

"No." I open my eyes and grab onto his arm gently, looking up at him now as he stands. His back is to me but he turns around, looking at me before my hand on his wrist. "Don't leave."

He looks at me with uncertainty before asking, "are you sure?"

I nod my head in response before moving over on the bed, giving him room to sit or lay to his preference.

"What time is it?" I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes before sitting against the headboard.

"Four thirty." He replies, finding a spot right next to me. "It was pretty much the only time I could come in without raising suspicion."