Roommates [h.s]

Eight

E d w a r d s

The same night, I went to my childhood home, back with my parents. When I walked in, it smelled like memories. I instantly remembered everything in a flashback.  It's so odd how you leave a place for so long and come back to it, feeling so foreign, so out of place. Home now, here, doesn't feel like home. It just feels like a place I come to visit every often, like a special country.

I sigh in content and ignore the uneasiness, giving my mom a smile. "Feels weird," I murmur quietly, walking towards the stairs. The bags in my hands weren't that heavy since I only packed for a few days.

She gives me a comforting look and nods. "I know sweety, you've just been away for a while, you'll get used to it again," Only she was wrong, because home became green eyes and a sweater that smelled of cologne and cookie crumbs and I was homesick.

I only sigh to myself and smirk. "Yeah probably. I'm gonna head to bed, night I love you guys!" And I heard them both tell me they loved me back and I went upstairs to my childhood room.

Everything was in its place. My bed was made perfectly, the black comforter untouched. My desk look cleaned because of all the pictures I took with me in our apartment back in New York. Some posters were hung up of some bands I still listen to till this day.

The door to my balcony was closed as the curtains were half open. I walked over, setting down my bags on the floor as I do so, my finger slightly opening the curtain, and there was my best friends house. I remember all of the night's we'd chat on the phone about nonsense to pass time before bed. Both Harry and I would go on our balconies looking at each other as we'd speak through the phones since our houses were slightly far, another house between us.

I could see his bedroom light on for a split second, then it was off the next and my heart deflated. I let out a breath and rubbed my eyes, turning around and sitting on my bed. I kicked off my shoes and just sat there quietly to myself. I heard lights turning off and on downstairs, whispers and murmurs. Then it was quiet again.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I had a slight heart attack from the sudden vibration on my ass. I chuckle to myself and open my messages to see three from Harry. Immediately my stomach flips and I feel my heart flutter.

Harry: mum says g'night and thanks for a good dinner get-together/feast¿

i miss yer bum matey (-; 

ok dad is beiNg an assprICK FUCK

Me: hello, and tell her I said it was great as always (: and yeah you better mf miss me.

Why's your dad acting up again?

And I waited ten minutes for another reply.

Harry: i'm coming over¡ have the balcony unlocked

Me: don't fall on your British ass climbing up and oK

After I sent those messages I went to unlock the balcony door quietly, going back to my bed and laying down slightly. My heart was beating abnormally fast, and when I heard some rustling outside and the door being opened, I think it stopped functioning.

A figured walked through the curtains, slightly not visible consideringit was dark. I noticed a packers sweater and packers beanie and I only chuckled shakily. "You're so obsessed with that team," and then his face met mine and his green orbs ere glowing under the dim light from the moon and I felt memories flooding back to when I was 16 and Harry would come up to hang out with me.

He grinned and shook his head. "It's called dedication doll," and one of his green eyes turned down into a wink and I was close to cardiac arrest.