Just keep running (L.S.)

2.

  "Just keep running."

"Harriet, you awake?"

The sound of Liam's voice slightly startles Harry from his dreamless sleep, causing a weird noise to crawl out of his mouth as he awakens. His mouth feels dry, so dry as if he stuffed a massive pile of sand into his mouth and hasn't had any water for days. Usually for the past week or more, he's been getting the same nightmare over and over again. But tonight's was different.

He didn't see the usual visual of the dark woods that haunt his dreams or anything like that. In all honesty, he doesn't remember about dreaming anything this time. All he recalls is that same voice that keeps whispering the same phrase over and over in his usual sleep. 'Just keep running' But what does that mean? Why should he be running? And most importantly, what is he running from?

"Well I certainly didn't wake up from a startle for nothing didn't i?" Harry retorts, grumpily looking at Liam. His green eyes look over to his alarm clock and finds that Liam woke him up earlier than usual. "Why the hell did you wake me up so early?"

"Calm down drama queen." His roommate teases. "It's only twenty minutes before your usual waking time."

"Exactly." The green eyed boy grumbles, tightening his hold on his pillow. All he wants to do is sleep. It's bad enough he barely gets any of it as it is. "Sleep is a crucial thing. We should savior it, and not wake up at the ass crack of dawn like a madman like yourself to just go stalk Zayn."

"Stop complaining yeah?" Liam sighs, running a hand through his longer quiff.  "And we don't stalk Zayn, we just go cheer him up for his morning practices."

"Yeah," Harry snorts. "Cheering for him as you hide behind the bleachers when he thinks he's all by himself."

Harry doesn't miss the harsh blush on his roommate cheeks. He would usually call him out on it, but he really isn't in the mood as of now. His pillow just feels so warm and comfortable and he really wants a five minute nap before he has to head towards lectures-- "Wait."

"What?" Liam asks innocently, walking over to his bed.

"It's fucking Saturday!"

"I know?"

Harry stares at the boy from across the room as if he lost his mind. Yeah, sure, he knows Liam is an early bird and what not, but surely, why would he purposely drag Harry with him? It's bad enough the green eyed boy can barely handle getting up on the weekdays, but weekends are another story. Weekends are his alone time where he can sleep late until at least eleven. He would sleep in later but Liam is a prick who keeps saying that he shouldn't sleep so much and it will mess up his sleeping schedule.

"Then why the hell are you waking me up on a bloody Saturday!? What must you actually want me for!?"

"Jesus Christ." Liam lets out a huff. His face seems to contour to a really genuine annoyed look. The kind of look where you want someone to shut up and stop talking. "Will you stop complaining? You're worse than my sister's having mood swings when they're on their periods."

That seems to shut Harry up a bit. Not because the words hurt or anything, but mostly because he never saw Liam finally getting annoyed with him. Sure they always exchange banter and what not, but Liam is always joking about being annoyed. Or maybe he tries to play it off jokingly where he's really wanting to kill the younger lad? The sudden realization that Liam is his only friend (He doesn't really know about Zayn) hits him. He can't push Liam away unless he wants to stay a loner till the end of the year. Even though that does sound some what appealing because well, he doesn't really like people for starters, but then again Liam is different. He may be totally annoying and a nag and calls him Harriet of all names- But he's also the only person Harry can call a friend.