Pieces of Us| h.s.

Chapter Twenty Seven.

Harry Styles

Last night we all got so beyond drunk and now that I'm awake, I sure do regret drinking that much. It's the type of hangover when it feels like if I move my head too much it'll be fatal.

Sydney was lying next to me, fast asleep still in my arms with her mascara smudged slightly beneath her eyes. I remember hoping that she'd come lie with me, and then I woke up to her head peeking around the door. It was genuinely a dream come true, she came skipping in to lie down in my arms, and we fell asleep just like that.

Last night was very fun. We came back here and Sydney forced me to dance with her and Myles. It's always them two that are full of energy at all times, Jamie and I wish we had half the life that they had. We danced around the coffee table to David Bowie, slow dancing to the slow song until eventually we had all had enough.

Sydney was smiling so much kats night, a genuine smile that lit up the entire room. She really is the definition of beauty in my eyes. We all know she's beautiful, we all know she is the one who provides us with light and constantly uplifts us, even though she'd been through much worse times than us. She has a beautiful soul and we all know that, and that's why we all love her so much.

Seeing her sleep so peacefully is something that puts a smile on my face. I wouldn't say Sydney's a peaceful person, none of us would and that's not a bad thing, she just always has so much energy that when she is lying there asleep, it's like seeing a brand new version of her. Even asleep her beauty doesn't lessen, and I'd consider myself one of the luckiest men in the world to wake up to such a sight.

I Shuffled my arm back from underneath her, trying desperately not to wake her up and I succeeded. There was an urge inside me to move the fringe from her forehead so I could press my lips to her soft skin and so that's what I did. It felt intimate for some reason, just appreciating her and gently kissing her as she lay asleep in my bed.

I don't know what this is between Sydney and I, and for once, I don't feel the urge to even know. Living in the moment, feeling things as they happen is how I like it right now. In a way I think it's helping me understand it all a little better, not forcing myself to label how I feel and just appreciating the moments as they come.

I was craving a cup of tea, praying it would cure my hangover and so quietly, I snuck downstairs trying not to wake Sydney up. Luckily nobody else was in the kitchen, I didn't feel like socialising right now. Instead of one cup, I took down two and decided I'd make Sydney one too in the chance my movements in the room had woken her up somehow. Maybe a gesture like this would make her smile, and I'd do anything for a glimpse of that.

As I headed back upstairs, I passed Jamie on the stairs who looked down at the two cups of tea I was holding. He didn't question it, maybe he was too hungover to think straight, or maybe he knew deep down it would be for Sydney. 

I sat down on my side of the bed, placing one cup of tea down on the bedside table and taking a sip from the other. It was then that Sydney's eyes opened, she rubbed them and yawned, looked at me with a smile and my heart rate instantly started to increase.

'Hey trouble.' I smiled. 'You want tea?'

'I can't be bothered moving.' Her tired voice spoke, raspier than usual.

'Made two.' I said, and her eyes lit up then as she shuffled herself up to lean against the headrest.

'You are amazing.' Sydney said, 'Seriously, that is the best thing someone has ever done for me.'

'Brought you a cup of tea?' I asked through a chuckle.

'Yeah, a cup of tea, in bed, just as I've woken up. Instant hangover cure, you're a star.'