Harry had fallen asleep the instant his dark curls hit the pillow. I on the other hand had tossed and turned for the last two hours. My mind had now decided it was a good time to worry about all the tasks on my to-do list. I envied him, how he could just close his eyes and fall into unconsciousness without a second thought.
Has the clock always ticked that loudly? I glanced up to the wall where it hung from a nail. It was only then I noticed the flickering street light outside the window. The blinds were closed but tiny strips of wavering light filtered through, much to my annoyance. I turned my head to Harry, who was still fast asleep, unfazed by the irritating sights and sounds. His mouth slightly agape as he lay on his back. Would it be cruel if I “accidently” kicked him?
I grabbed one of the throw pillows from the floor and placed it over my head in an attempt to block everything out. A few minutes passed before I shot up, the pillow dropping to the floor. My eyes widened as I heard another bump. It sounded like it was coming from inside the flat! I placed my hands on Harry’s bare chest and shook him lightly.
“Harry.” I whispered urgently.
“Uhhhh.” He groaned rolling over on to his side away from me.
“Harry.”
My touch was more forceful this time. He batted my hands away, sitting up.
“What is it?” He asked in a raspy voice.
His curls were all over the place. I watched as he rubbed his sleepy eyes.
“I think I heard something.”
I could see him shake his head in the dim light.
“Probably just a cat.” He reasoned. “Now go back to sleep.”
He laid back down again only to grab hold of my arm seconds later upon hearing a thump.
“See.” I stated.
Harry tugged back the covers and got out of bed quickly, with me right behind.
“Where’s the bat?” Harry asked quietly.
I frowned, walking over to the wardrobe. I got down on my knees, feeling round the bottom of the storage before my hands gripped onto the bat. I pulled it out and made my way back over to Harry. His grey joggers were slung low on his hips, the band of his boxers visible. He took it from my hands and cautiously walked to our bedroom door. I let out a frustrated huff of air.
Harry sharply turned towards me. I could see in the dim light that his face held a frown.
“What?” He whispered in an annoyed tone.
“Not so stupid now, is it?” I placed my hands on my hips.
“What are you talking about, Ted?”
“My cricket bat, you laughed at me when I brought it to the flat.”
“No I didn’t.” He shook his head.
“I distinctly remember you saying that it was silly, and we wouldn’t need it because you’re a show off and wanted to look tough in front of your mates.” I jabbed my finger at him for more emphasis.
“Are we really arguing about this now?”
“Whatever.” I spoke.
I walked over to where Harry was, nudging his lower back to start moving. He turned his head towards me.
“You’re not coming….stay here.”
“Of course I’m coming; don’t leave me on my own!” I whispered sharply.
