Leaving the Comfort Zone (Harry Fanfic)

Chapter 6

Clair's POV:
I woke up to the sound of the guest bedroom door being closed. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I looked at the digital clock on my bedside table. It read "2:17". It was still dark out, so I'm guess it's in the morning. I squinted as I turned on my lamp, feeling the cold switch underneath me warm skin.

I sighed, frustrated. I finally am able to get sleep for once, and I am woken up.

I slowly make my way dressed in my purple tank top, and plush white with purple Polk-a-dotted pajama shorts.

I shivered, since I always keep my room cool. I slowly and quietly opened the door, and made my way across the hall to the guest bedroom door. I noticed there was light glaring through the crack underneath the door. Someone was in there, but who?

I lightly knocked, making sure not to wake anyone. I hear the lock undo, right before the door was slowly eased open.

     Harry's POV:
I carried Blair up the stairs into her room. She had already passed out in the back seat on our way to her house. I looked down at her, she was nothing like Clair. They were total opposites.

My big hands fumbled around on the wall through the darkness, searching for the switch for the overhead light.

When I flicked it on, I squinted. The sudden change made my eyes hurts.

As my eyes adjusted, I made my way through Blair's messy room. There were clothes scattered across the floor. Her room color was pink. As I gently lay her down on her soft queen sized bed, she somehow managed to wake up.

Her blue eyes fluttered open, as her eyes widened before she looked at her surroundings "W-where am I?"

"It's okay, love. I was dropping you off, remember?" I replied, trying not to frighten her.

She doesn't seem too fond of me. She probably thought I dragged her to my flat, and would take advantage of her.

She is one to believe what the media portrays. Just like almost everyone now.

I watched as her muscles relax while she said "oh, right." Quietly, feeling embarrassed.

"Where is your Advil? I will go get it, along with a glass of water for you in the morning." I asked her, I know what it's like to be hung over. It's the worst, that's why I am cutting back on drinking.

"It's in the kitchen, in the cabinet by the fridge." She explained as she tucked herself into bed. She wasn't even changed into something comfortable.

"I'll go run and get that, while you change into something comfortable. Okay?" I said more of a statement than a question.

She nodded, as I turned and walked out of her room. Gently shutting the door behind me for we privacy.

I somehow found my way through the dark mansion of theirs. After of about five minutes and turning pill bottles, I finally ran across some Advil.

I then searched through the other cabinets to find a glass. I quietly removed one from the cabinet.

I turned the water on, trying to be as quiet as possible so Simon wouldn't wake up, or the rest. I would be so dead if he caught me here at this time of night without his permission.

I took the whole pill bottle, and the lukewarm glass of water back upstairs.

I lightly knocked on her wooden door, it's cool temperature underneath my knuckles. 

"Come in." I heard her soft voice say. She was already dressed in her pajamas and tucked underneath her covers.

I placed the medicine bottle and glass of water on her nightstand next to her bed.