Out of my Mind

Chapter 4

"Hey, wake up." a blurry voice coos. "Come on." 

I slowly open my eyes and wait for them to adjust. It's really dark in here. Almost pitch black. I moan. The position I am in is not comfortable at all. I can tell I've been laying this way for one too many minutes. I don't dare move because I feel if I do I'd be even more bent out of shape. I can hear the low buzz of a radio. I close my eyes again.

A few minutes later, I hear the click of a car door lock and hear a door open. A burst of cool air runs all around my body making me shiver. A finger brushes some hair from my face, then someone scoops me up into their arms and carries me out. I look at the car I was just sleeping in and come to the conclusion that I am in my neighborhood. We really need to get some street light around here. It is too dark. I snuggle into the warm chest that my body is rested on and try to fall back asleep. Keys jingle and  we are in a cozy house. I notice it's Harry's house when we get out of the foyer with the nice furniture and the pretty wallpaper. I don't want him to notice that I am awake, so I stay as still as I can and try to steady my breathing. 

I am placed on a queen sized bed and he tucks me in. I feel like I'm a kid again when I fall asleep watching a movie with my dad and he'd carry me to my room. He climbs in the bed with me.

"You're awake aren't you." he says quietly.

"Partially." I respond with my best morning voice. I hear him do a really air- filled chuckle. That makes me smile. 

"You're lucky you're not heavy or I would've left you in the car."

"You wouldn't have left me," I say certainly.

"You're right. I probably would have stayed the whole night in there with you."

I scoot closer to him in the bed. He doesn't seem to mind so I inch a little closer. "Are you cold?" he asks.

"Yeah, just a little." 

"You want me to get you another blanket becau-" I cut him off by wiggling my way into the curve of his body. He tenses a little. I can feel his breath on my neck, and his body slowly relaxes. I let out a happy sigh and enjoy the silence. He wraps one arm around me and we lay comfortably in that position for the rest of the night.

****************************************************

A beeping sound fills the room which forces me awake. I shoot up into a sitting position on my bed. Just, it's not my bed. I look down and see Harry still soundly sleeping through the booming alarm. I wait for him to get up because I figure he'll hear the clock sooner or later. 

On the other side of the door I can hear footsteps walking towards his room. I start to freak. What if that is his mom? Who am I kidding, it's has to be his mom! She doesn't like me. She probably doesn't even know that i am here. What am I gonna do? I have to hide. I run towards one of the other doors in the room. I burst through it with determination and sit there as quiet as I possibly can. I hear somebody walk into his room and turn off the alarm. They mumble, "Oh, Harry." There is ruffling and a moan. I don't dare move, even though this floor is extremely cold against my bare feet. I'm guessing I'm not in his closet. 

The door in front of me swings open and I shrink back. Harry stands there with ruffled hair, boxers and a t-shirt. He runs his fingers through his brown hair with squinted eyes. 

I try for conversation, "Good morning?" He just stares at me for a while so I start to move uncomfortably.

Swiftly, he grabs both of my shoulders, smiles and says, "That was a close call. Good thinking hiding in a bathroom. Now scoot." he says pushing me out of the restroom. So his mother doesn't know that I am here. Great.