𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎

Y/N wakes up slowly, with soft clouds still floating through her mind and feeling better rested than she ever has in her life.

The first thing she does is grab her phone and nestle herself further into the sheets, ignoring the need to pee in favour of staying underneath the warm blankets.

She sees three messages from Niall, two from her mum and four from her friend Zayn.

Annoying leprechaun: Where are you?

Annoying leprechaun: Are you not coming to class today?

Annoying leprechaun: Traitor.

Mum: Good morning!!

Mum: Drink water. It's good for you.

Z: How dare you not show up today :(

Z: Ugh how am I supposed to sit through politics without your snakcs???

Z: Snacks* or you ig...

Z: u suck.

Y/N rolls her eyes at all three, throwing her phone next to her on the covers without replying.

She slept late, by a lot but she didn't care. The fact that everything she owned is probably ruined and the fact that she's practically homeless is finally setting in and it really fucking sucked.

She doesn't have any money to buy new clothes or books or a goddamn laptop and she really doesn't know what she's going to do.

She gets up off the bed (regretfully) and makes her way to the bathroom, she decides to shower now since she fell asleep last night and that causes her to feel guilty for basically ghosting Harry after he made food for her.

She turns the shower on (it was a massive struggle since his shower was really fucking complicated) and steps under the hot stream of water.

Y/N loved the shower, it was weird but it felt like the safest place she could ever be and Harry's shower was probably her new favorite place on earth.

He had all different kinds of cool bath products and the water pressure was perfect for her back, she came out of it feeling like a whole new person.

Then she realises she's got literally no other clothes other than the ones she came wearing which were no doubt all dirty considering her washer gave up on her a few weeks ago and she's literally broke. Turns out kicking the shit out of it can only do so much.

She steps into the room again with a fluffy white towel wrapped around her and notices a bundle of clothes sat on the sofa in the corner of the room with a white piece of paper sat on top.

Found clothes that may fit you better than anything else I own, I've gone out to the shops but I should be back by 5pm. Help yourself to anything and please do make yourself at home. -H

Also here is my number in case of an emergency: ###########

Y/N smiles at the thought of Harry rummaging around for clothes that would fit her best and then sitting down to write her a note. He really was the sweetest.

Y/N takes his advice, if she could call it that, and tries to make herself at home, she makes herself a snack after finally finding the kitchen (she got lost a couple of times but she'll keep that between herself and Apricot).

She then texts her friends back, briefly filling them in that she slept at a friend's house and didn't set her alarm and also that she probably won't be in school for a little while.

She leaves out the fire and the fact that the friend is Harry and opts for explaining those details in person at a later date.

Her phone dies when she's halfway through a dance mom's compilation on Youtube which really ticks her off. She may have been told to make herself at home but fucking about with his TV is different, she sure hates it when people muck up her Youtube and Netflix algorithms.