White Alpha |h.s|

12. Waves

Harry

I'm not the kind of guy that actually goes back to sleep in the morning, I normally lay there and doze off but I'm still awake. But right now? It was hard not to go back to sleep. Noelle's arm hadn't moved an inch since I had brought it around me, her hand still intertwined with mine. She was so warm, her skin was so soft. I can't explain what I did last night, and I can't explain the words that came out of my mouth. I don't understand any of this, if I was honest. It just...it felt right. Scarlette never gave me this feeling of-of...hell, I don't even know what I'm feeling, I just...

The only thing I'm sure of right now, is that...I really like Noelle. I really liked the way she made me feel. I didn't know what she made me feel, but I liked it, nonetheless.

I blink my eyes, adjusting to the light. It wasn't very bright, I could tell it was super cloudy. I hope it doesn't rain- damn it, too late. Strikes of lightning lit up the grey sky, thunder echoing loudly through the room. It causes Noelle to gasp, roll over on her side and sit up. Aw, she was sleeping so good. Sliding out from the warm covers, I shut the window and locked it shut. Turning around, I see her rubbing her face, looking like someone knocked her ice cream cone out of her hand. I smile small at her,

"It's just a little storm, go back to sleep." I whisper, walking back to the bed. She groans, plopping back down on the bed, laying backwards.

"I can't go back to sleep now," She mutters, curling up on her side, "It's storming." Thunder sounds, causing her to shudder.

"What if I plug my phone into the stereo?" I say, looking for my phone, finding it on charge,

"Do you have any Shawn Mendes?" She sniffs, as she curls up more. Who the hell is Shawn Mendes?

"Um...no, but I have some good music. Trust me." I smile to myself, as I plug my phone up to her Stereo. I click on my Pink Floyd playlist, before turning it up a little. The first song that comes on just so happens to be, "Hey You." One of my favorites. I smile, walking back to the bed and lay back down, resting a hand on Noelle's leg.

She opens an eye, "Is this Pink Floyd?" I look at her shocked, no girl has ever recognized them. Ever. Not even Sage.

That's it, that does it.

I think I love this girl.

"Yes...yes it is." I smile at her. She hums as she hugs her pillow sitting up, she crawls over to me, laying her head on my chest. Pulling the blankets up over us. I take the pillow from her, and drop it behind her. She rests her tiny hand on my chest, snuggling closer.

"I love Pink Floyd..." She mumbles yawning. I can feel my jaw drop. I break out into a smile, as I stare up at her ceiling.

"Hey you, out there on the road, always doing what you're told, can you help me? Hey you, out there beyond the wall, breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me? Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all, together we stand, divided we fall," I sing along, my eyes drooping. I feel her humming along, and I smile wider. The song fades out, it shuffles to "Wish You Were Here."

"This is great..." She mumbles, "So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain," She sings quietly. I smile,

"Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?" I sing to her,

"Did they get you to trade your hero's for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?" She sings along quietly,