On my mind and in my heart //h.s//

Chapter 4- Honest

"I hope you find a way to be yourself someday, In weakness or in strength, Change can be amazing. So I pray for the best, I pray for the best for you." Honest- The neighbourhood

I remember when I was young and would complain about my early bedtime, now I can only wish that sleep would take me away.

Thoughts of his fingers tracing my curves and the memory of his warm breath against me had me going wild.

Harry: You up?

I strain my eyes in the dark room to read his message on my brightly lit up phone. I turn the brightness down to the lowest setting then reply to his text.

Me: Yea, can't sleep :/

I smile at the thought that he too can't sleep and only hope it's because his mind is racing with thoughts of me.

My phone starts to vibrate and I look down at it once again to see this time him calling me. I answer hastily letting out a breathless hello. He laughs lightly at my flustered state.

"Been thinking about me?" He inquires. "I would say no but I don't want to bruise your ego, Mr. Styles" I say smugly. "So then what has been keeping you up, love" he says. "Um... stress?" I say, sounding more like a question. "Well why don't I come over and alleviate some of that 'stress' for you then baby" I involuntarily shiver at his words. "Oh please do" I say continuing with the joke. "Make sure your window is open" he says and I laugh. We talk for a few more minutes before he says goodbye and so do I, then hang up the phone. I place my phone next to me and stare at the plain white ceiling above me.

My eyes began to feel heavy as they fluttered closed. I could tell sleep was near but before I could give into the peaceful escape, a tapping sound came from my window disturbing me. I stand up and look out of my window and sure enough there sitting in the old oak tree is Harry.

I open the window quickly and pull him inside. "What the hell were you doing in the tree! You could've gotten yourself killed Harry" I whisper yell. "I told you I was coming over" he says shrugging this situation off like it's nothing. "I didn't think you were being serious." I say. He laughs then pulls me into his arms and sighs.

"Its been hours since I last saw you and I was missing you like crazy. What ever have you done to me?" He asks rhetorically. I nuzzle my head into the crook of his neck while his hands soothingly run up and down my back. "Let's get some sleep baby" he says while guiding me to my bed, pulling the sheets back and separating himself from me.

I crawl in under the covers and he lays next to me, keeping a small distance between us. I shiver from the cold and make the rash decision to cuddle with him.

One of my arms wraps around his torso while my body pushes against his back making him the little spoon. "What the hell are you doing?" he asks confused. "Cuddling with you" I mummer back. I begin to untangle my body from his but he grabs my hand and pulls me back into place. "I've never done this before but I kind of like it." He confesses.

I smile and hold him even tighter if possible. After a while, I feel his breaths become few and far between, a simple sign he is now asleep. My body relaxes and I too, fall asleep.

***

It's not my alarm that wakes me, no, it's the feeling of the cold. His warm body is long since gone and I am left only with the memories of our bodies wrapped together. I sigh and get out of bed only for the cold to further consume me.

Shit. It's Tuesday. Jessica's birthday.

I go into her room and find her still sleeping. Perfect, I think to myself. I tiptoe over to her and climb onto her bed. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESSIE" I yell whilst jumping on her bed. "Go away" she groans sleepily. I laugh and climb off her bed. Mum stands in the doorway and holds four presents in her arms. "Jess baby, here are your presents from all of us but you can't open them yet. Happy birthday sweetie" she says putting the presents down on Jessica's bed. "I have some exciting news for everyone. I'll tell you all at breakfast. In the mean time, get ready for school." Mum says.