Nerd || H.S

Chapter 13

I must have been asleep for at least half an hour before I awoke in a sweaty, uncomfortable state, my dress all the way up to my torso from my constant fidgeting.

Repositioning my body underneath the cosy blanket, I glanced down at the foot of the large, double bed, remembering the array of comfortable clothes Harry had to offer.

I swung my bare legs off of the bed and stood up sleepily, lifting my dress completely over my head.

In only my matching white bra and underwear at this point, I stepped over to stand in front of Harry's folded clothes. I picked up the white t-shirt in my fingertips and put it on, drowning in the comfortable, oversized fabric.

After sliding both legs through the joggers, I rolled up the ankles multiple times, preventing the ends from dragging on the floor.

Strands of my long hair stuck out from my head as I gazed at my reflection in the large mirror next to the chest of drawers. I stretched the black hair tie from around my wrist and over my hand, quickly styling my hair into a messy bun.

Patting the large clothes down on my body, the aroma of Harry filled my senses as I brought the neck of the shirt up to my nose and inhaled the familiar smell of him which, I have noticed, also covered his pillow.

Before hopping back into bed, I rolled the sleeves of the top up to just below my shoulder. This outfit wasn't actually too bad, I think I could get away with it if people didn't know that it was Harry's clothes.

To me, it seemed like Harry had probably worn this shirt once after washing it before giving it to me to wear, which allowed the clothes to absorb his amazing scent. I don't know how he naturally smelt so good, but I wish I could smell it every day.

As soon as my head hit Harry's fragrant pillow, I stuffed my face into the soft fabric, inhaling and exhaling the aroma as my eyelids became heavy and the last thing filling my senses was Harry.

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I was awoken by the fresh smell of food cooking. My head was pounding as I attempted to open my aching eyes, squinting at the ray of light beaming from a small crack in the curtains.

I rolled around inside of the fluffy covers as I stretched, making the thin blanket fall off of the bed, still buried underneath the mounds of cushioned fabric.

Flinging the heavy covers off of my warm body, I stood up, rubbing my sore temples and reaching both hands up, stretching.

I looked down at my legs, faintly remembering the moment I had changed into Harry's clothes. I smiled at his incredibly sweet gesture as I glanced into the large mirror, readjusting my bun, taming the many stray hairs.

I picked up the thin blanket from the floor and placed it back onto the bed, pulling down the large t-shirt to comfortable length and tugging the joggers up slightly, walking out of Harry's room.

My whole body seemed to be aching as I slowly walked down the stairs – my head, my eyes and my stomach. In this moment, I couldn't even think about drinking again any time soon.

I strolled into the living room as I got to the bottom of the stairs, taking in my surroundings and observing the set up Harry had made for himself on the couch.

Scattered around on the sofa was a couple of cushions, followed by a thin blanket, similar to the one I had previously been cuddled up to.

Reaching my hand up to rub one of my tired eyes, my action was paused once my fingertips ran across my unnoticeably stiff eyelashes, faintly realising that I was way too drunk last night for the thought of taking off my makeup to even cross my mind.