Room mates ☞ l.t

chapter nineteen

E l l a //

I woke up that morning, to feel a peculiar draft hitting my shoulder.

There it was again! That odd draft brushing against my shoulder repeatedly, causing goosebumps to rise on my pale skin. I turn my head to identify the source of the abnormal draft, and it is as if my eyes are deceiving me. I feel the urge to draw back immediately, the preposterous sight before me making my skin crawl and an unfamiliar heat rise to my cheeks. 

Harry. There he lay, in the bed right next to me with his arm draped over my stomach and his chin resting on my shoulder. What on earth is he doing?! He can't be in bed with me! This is.. insane! I have to get him off of me!

Feeling guilty about disturbing his peaceful slumber, my hand rests upon his warm skin and shakes his body. I continue to shake and poke and prod him until i finally receive a deep, almost frightening grumble. 

"Harry!" I whisper shout, shaking him more violently. I pull my body up into a sitting position, in the process checking my clothing to make sure he hadn't stripped me down and raped me or something, which caused his head to fall from my shoulder and land roughly onto the matters. To this, he emits and even louder groan, and his eyes flutter open. I tilt my head to the side and raise my eyebrow in a questioning look. I watch as his half open bloodshot eyes scan the room and his lips fall agape as he effuse a sleepy yawn. "Harry" I whisper again, my teeth gritted in anger as his head rests back against the mattress and he closes his eyes.

"HARRY MOTHER FUCKING STYLES WAKE THE SHIT UP!" I practically scream, grabbing the pillow from behind me, and bashing it straight across his head. 

"Alright alright, chill out." He ultimately gives in and props his body up onto his elbows. I mentally stab myself in the face for gushing at his deep, gravely morning voice. A scowls paints it's self on his lips as his eyes fixate on me. 

The first thing that springs to my mind is Liam. My boyfriend, Liam. Liam, the guy i'm in a relationship with. Liam. And while he is probably sat at home, chewing his nails to bone in worry of my whereabouts, i am snuggled up happily in bed with my considered worst enemy Harry Styles.

"What are you doing in bed with me?" I fire, feeling very suffocated by the proximity of our bodies. His head dips down into his arm so he can rub his eye and i wait patiently for a string of lies and cover ups to pour from his mouth.

"Well the last time i checked, this was my bed." He latches gazes with me once again.

I scoff. "Well last time i checked, you were sleeping on the floor!"

I fold my arms over my chest and stare down at him. He has 'guilty' written all across his smug little face. I knew i shouldn't have trusted him. This is all he wanted! To get into bed with me. I expect him to make up an excuse or try and change the topic, but that doesn't seem to be the case when i see a flash of sadness dance around in his crystal green irises. Harry copies my position and props himself up against the headboard with his legs crossed, and thankfully, displaying his pulsing muscles and heavenly toned abs. 

"Ok..promise you wont get mad when i tell you?" He frowns.

I raise my eyebrow at him. "Depends on how ridiculous your reason is"

Harry runs a hand through his hair and sighs, his other hand resting comfortably in his lap. "Well..last night, i woke up around three to go for a pee. When i got up, i noticed you stirring in your sleep. You looked distressed, uncomfortable, but you were asleep. I just assumed you were having a nightmare or something so i sat beside you and just rest my hand on your arm because i thought that might relax you in some way. It did. After a few seconds, you stopped tossing and turning and you kind of just..fell back into a proper sleep. So just as i was standing up to leave, you reached out for me and mumbled something. I didn't know what you were saying, but you really didn't want me to leave. S-..so i went for a quick pee and when i came back, i laid down beside you and you immediately hugged into my chest. I-i didn't want to shove you off or hug you back, so i just laid with you until you were ok again. And.. i guess i must have fell asleep before i got chance to go back onto the floor." He finishes, swallowing thickly and staring up at me in remorse. "I'm sorry Ella. I really am. I was going to get out of the bed and let you sleep alone but i don't know, i must have just drifted off waiting for you to fall back asleep. I'm s- god, i'm a fucking idiot."