do & die [h.s]

n i n e t e e n

Harry.

I let out a soft sigh, feeling whatever was left of my sleep drain from my lids. I reach for my eyes, rubbing them until I drift into a galaxy that isn't even my own and a soft smile grazes my lips when I realize that the headache pounding at my limbs from the night before is now replaced with morning stars.

I slowly flutter my eyes open and it's not just the blinding light that causes the hanging stars to drop to my throat.

It's the curtains and the wine dipped sheets and the arm draped over my chest.

I swallow the lump in my throat before using my elbows to push myself up.

"You're finally awake," a familiar voice yawns as the body against mine rolls under the covers.

I gasp at the skin on skin contact, but it's not until she gives me a soft smile do I realize that we're both bare under the sheets.

"Well shit," I mumble under my breath as she brings her head to my chest, the strawberry blonde hair scattering across my skin.

She must hear how fast my heart is beating because I do.

You know how they say 'went to bed with a ten, woke up with a two'?

Yeah, well I went to bed with a ten and woke up with a Miranda.

"How the hell?" I try to wrack my brain for any recollection of last night.

"Don't really know," she groggily rubs her eyes and I sigh, running a stressed hand through my hair as I contemplate my next move. "Someone's a lot less of a morning person than I remember," she hums, her lips perching into a half smirk that I find myself despising more than usual.

"Miranda, I'm serious. How did we end up like this?"

"So am I. I really can't remember anything," she shrugs and for some reason she looks a little too proud of that.

"I'm sorry. This really shouldn't have–I don't know. I should just get going in case your parents come home or something," I mumble as I push the cover off my overheated body.

Reaching for my boxers, I pull the black material up in one swift motion. I then pull my black jeans up and I think a part of me swears they're tighter than they were the night before.

"Hey wait, my mom and dad aren't coming back till tomorrow," she whines, a glisten of hope in her eyes as they watch me work with the buttons on my shirt, "stay?"

"I-I can't. This really isn't right," I stutter, keeping my eyes plastered to the floor as she sits herself up straight.

Only half dressed may I add.

"What's so wrong about it, H? Just give me one reason," she eyes me impatiently and I sigh, "one good reason."

"Because we're not together anymore, Miranda. Because a one night stand means no strings attached and we have too much history playing on strings. Because I think I might have some–"

"It's Eve isn't it?"

"No! No–It's just–"

"That what Harry? You're not with her anymore. You're can't just ditch me whenever she feels right," she tsks as she pushes herself off the bed and trails her fingertips up to meet where mine had furiously buttoned, slowly undoing all my work.

I pull back enough for her hands to fall back to her sides and a pout to set on her face.

"You don't even like me, Miranda," I scoff.