A loud shrill noise makes me snap my eyes open and I groaned, blinking my eyes to quickly adjust from the sleepy blur. I rubbed them with my thumbs and forefingers, trying to wipe the heaviness from them, and wince at the continued ringing.
Harrison grumbles in his sleep, burying his head further into the crook of my neck with his arm slumped over me, I sighed heavily, slowly moving his arm off of me, to which he grumbles again, muttering under his breath and I fight the urge to smile. I slip out of the bed from under the sheets slowly, padding quickly to where my phone is on top of my clothes, picking it up and quickly swiping the screen to answer the call so that god awful sound stopped
"Hello?" I croaked, still groggy from sleep, "Isabella Reed, did you just wake up?" my mom's incredulous tone shrieked through the speaker causing me to pull the phone from my ear, flinching at the shrill of her voice. "What time is it?" I asked looking around Harrison's room to try and find a clock somewhere "it's almost midday" she scolded making my eyes widen as I look over my shoulder at Harrison in the bed
"Sorry" I sighed before continuing "I had a really late night" I said walking back to the bed, sitting where I had just crawled out of moments earlier, only to jolt in shock when I felt Harrison's arm wrap around my hips as he nuzzled his face against me causing me to gawk down at him, flicking my eyes back and forth between his arm and his face.
"What on earth were you doing? You have responsibilities Isabella, you're an adult, you can not be up until all hours of the night and then sleep until midday" she says, not at all trying to hide how unimpressed she was with me "I know mother" I muttered while I rolled my eyes, feeling way too drained to deal with her lectures when I haven't even been awake for five minutes
"Excuse me young lady? You will not use that type of tone with me" she snapped causing me to bite down on my inner cheek, exhaling a slow breath. "I'm sorry, I just have a really bad headache" I lied, apologizing to her like I always do. "Well go have a glass of water and don't take it out on your poor mother" she scoffed causing me to sigh "I will" I promised with my shoulders slumped "sorry again" I said causing Harrison to groan, lifting his head and squinting up at me with one eye open "morning" he rasps out still half asleep, his voice thick and hoarse
I grip my phone tighter in my hand, to the point where I think I might crush it, shit I completely forgot how good he sounded when he first woke up. "Isabella? What was that? Is Jonah there?" my mom prods, her voice piquing at her usual nosey nature. Squeezing my eyes shut grimacing before opening them back up and looking back at Harrison to see him rolling on his back, stretching his arms above his head, and let's out another dramatic as hell yawn that sounds like a damn bear.
"Uh, yeah that was Jonah" I lied, trying to hide the stress in my voice as I glanced at Harrison again, who had paused with his arms still outstretched, looking at me with a raise of his brow. To which I'm considering to throw myself out of his window when a slow sly smirk pulled up onto his lips
"Oh wonderful, give him the phone, let me say hello to him" she says all of the sudden chipper, nervously I started to pick at the cuticle of my thumbnail "oh, uh, uhm, he, uh, can't talk on the phone at the moment" I said feeling all the color drain from my face "Oh!" she said as I can already picture that dramatic pout on her face "well at least tell him that I said hello" she said as I pressed my hand to my forehead, believing that the rate that my heart was going was indicating an oncoming heart attack.
I look to Harrison, seeing that stupid smirk on his lips as I silently pleaded with him with my eyes to not do whatever that fucking smirk meant "mom says hello" I said causing him to raise his brows, his smirk turning into a lazy smile while his head is pillowed on his arms that were folded behind his head "hey mum" he said causing my shoulders to relax, and I give him a silent thank you. "Is he sick Isabella? He just sounds different" my mom asks, the frown evident in her voice
