The Styles Brothers | Harry Styles

Chapter 35. Twenty-three

I wake up half an hour before my alarm goes off, by Harrys loud snoring. My body is soaked in sweat and my clothes is all sticky and disgusting. Harrys arms is still wrapped around me, not as tight as it was when I fell asleep, but still quite tight. I need to get out of his grip, but I don't wanna wake him.

I try my best to remove his arms without waking him, and to my surprise, he doesn't say anything. His arms wrap around the duvet that was over us, and he hug it tight. He pouts, in his sleep I think. I quickly run to the bathroom and get out of my clothes. I take a shower and blow dry my hair. Harry is still sprawled out across the bed when I get back into the room, still sleeping. I find my makeup and apply minimals of it. I finish off by putting on some baby pink lipstick and check myself in the mirror for any fails.

''Go back to sleep. You're noisy.'' He growls in his sleepy voice.

Instead of answering, I giggle and grab some clothes and go to the bathroom to change. Today, I am wearing my black knee socks, an oversized denim dress with rolled up sleeves, my bowler hat and my black docs. As soon as I am changed, I walk back into the bedroom, only to find Harry still sprawled out on the bed. It is 6:15am. Isn't he going to get up? I am leaving in a quarter and I have a damn boy sleeping in my bed at six in the morning. 

I pack my bag with a few schoolbooks, and my dancing clothes. I have no idea what kind of dancing we will be doing. Modern? Ballet? I have no idea. I pack a bit of different things, just in case, and I am basically ready for school now.

Should I wake up Harry? He needs to go to school, doesn't he? I don't know if it would be rude of me to wake him, but on the other side, it would be rude of me to not, because then he won't wake up in time for school. 

Joe knocks slightly on my door and whisper through the door that the taxi will be here in about five minutes. Maybe I should wake Harry. That would be the best to do. 

I walk to the bed and place my hand on his shoulder, slowly shaking it, in an attempt to wake him up. He doesn't even move. Is he dead? I shake his shoulder once again and he growls and turn to his side, hugging the duvet. A smile appears on my lips and I turn my head a little to the side. 

''Harry. I am leaving in five.'' I smile and shake his shoulder again.

''Mmhh.'' He growls. ''I'll get up now.'' He whispers and sit up in the bed.

''Good.'' I smile and throw my bag over my shoulder.

''How long have you been awake?'' His feet hanging from the bed.

''About one and a half hour or so.'' I say looking through some paper on my desk.

''I don't get why you wake up that early.'' He rubs his eyes.

''It is just something I do. I can't sleep any longer.'' I put on a fake smile.

''What time is it?'' His voice sounds sick. All raspy and sleepy.

''About six thirty or something.''

''Are you already leaving?''

''Yes. I told you less than two minutes ago that I would be leaving in five.'' He probably wasn't paying attention before.

''You have three minutes left.'' He smirks.

''No, I'm good.''

''Ugh.'' He rolls his eyes.

''Suit yourself. You have to be out before school.'' I say and walk out of the door.

I meet Joe as I walk down the hall and he have a big smile plastered on his face. I suddenly remember his date last night. I wonder how that went? Maybe good. It must've been good since his mood is all happy. We doesn't speak until we reach the taxi. Why aren't he telling me anything?