farfalla

XVIII.

2:15 AM

I woke up stressed and sweaty, the new sleeping quarters unfamiliar to me as my body jolted up. Heavy breathing accelerating my heart rate as my eyes scanned the new room around me. I felt alone in this darkness that was engulfing me. Standing up onto my feet I gravitated towards the window where the ocean waves crashed against the shore.

Touching the window pane I felt the cold settle in under my touch. It took me a few seconds to calm my frantic state, the sight of the ocean seems to help me more. The repetitive sound of the crashing waves drawing tiredness to hover over me once again.

A deep sadness washed over me as I stared blankly at the rolling water that was like a magnet to the white sand. I missed Louis. I knew I shouldn't be bringing him back into my thoughts but somehow they reeled back to him at night. I didn't like sleeping alone in a bed big enough for two. I didn't like that Harry wasn't as comforting as Louis when it came to my night terrors.

I longed for a pair of arms to wrap around my tensed body. For comforting words to spill out of someone's mouth making me feel like things weren't so hard. I wanted to feel the body heat of another person against my skin. These were the things I wanted but wouldn't get due to Harry's cold personality.

Did I dare go down to his bedroom and ask for these things? I couldn't stand being held up in this room alone any longer. Looking down at white silk slip I hesitated for only a second on if I should change before being in Harry's presence. Deciding against it I padded against the carpet as I made my way down the long winding staircase.

Coming to Harry's door I knocked oh so softly before cracking open to door and hearing the squeak increase in volume as I opened it further. I saw the figure of Harry stir before he sat up, covers falling down to his lap he moved his hand down his face groaning.

This all made me feel very childish as if I were a little girl interrupting her parents sleep due to a nightmare. I stood with my arms at my sides as I watched Harry stretch out.

"What are you doing up?" Harry's voice was groggy and sleepy as he woke up from his sleep. I moved closer to the bed so he could better see me under the moonlight coming in through the window.

"Can I sleep with you?" My voice was soft and sounded so small against his. I was coming to him in a vulnerable state and hoped that Harry could see that and be more gentle than usual.

A deep-rooted groan rumbled in Harry's chest before he answered, "Fine."

Padding my feet against the carpet I examined Harry while he slipped back into the covers and made himself comfortable once again. Lifting up the covers on the open side I slid into the cold bed, positioning myself to a more comfortable state. Putting my back against Harry's I felt his body against mine, considering what I was doing. I needed body contact and knew that my intentions of touching Harry's back with my own were nothing but comfort-seeking.

9:17 AM

My bones sunk into the mattress still not quite ready to get up and face the day ahead. The jet lag had been a harder factor then I expected with all of this traveling, my sleeping patterns were all over the board. Not that they were always consistent anyways with my frequent i.e. nightly haunting dreams. I could feel the sun creeping up on my cheek while I laid on my side fighting with myself on if I should get up or not. I had no idea of the time but if I didn't get up soon I knew Harry would only taunt me.

Peeling open my eyes to the bright sun outside I saw how the rays soaked every part of the room in a pastel yellow tint. The sun was different here than in Florence even though I knew there was only one sun in our solar system. Harry had failed to draw the blinds yesterday before bed which was the cause of all the light. My position faced me away from the windows causing me to face the door that had still been shut from last night when I had entered.