Pressure [hs au]

8 - Unconscious

Word count: 4408

"Abby? Abby, come on." I feel something cold and wet on my forehead, but can't bring myself to open my eyes just yet. I must have passed out or something. My head is pounding.  

I have to use all my energy in opening my eyes, only to find Harry leaning over me. His worried look melts into relief, but I just stare up at him confused and exhausted.

"What are you doing?" My voice sounds scratchy, almost like I hadn't drunken water in ages. I force myself to move, leaning on my elbows so I'm not just flat on the floor.  Harry sits up more, still cautiously watching over me, literally, over me. 

"You fainted." He states, plainly. I tilt my head back so that I could look at him better as we talk.

"I did?" I don't remember falling down at all. Only feeling really hot and a second later here I am. 

"How long was I out for?" I ask, a nervous feeling settling in the bottom of my stomach. Harry hesitates before answering, playing with a small, damp towel now in his lap.

"Only about ten minutes." I nod, instantly regretting it. My head feels like my brain is mush and is just sloshing around. "What's the last thing you remember?" He asks, moving the hair off of my face. I sigh, biting my lip as a result from of hard I was concentrating. I know Harry and I were talking and eating for a long time, and then after that I remember something with Jason. Did we fight? Are we back together now? God, I hope not.

"What happened with Jason?" I ask, fully sitting up across from Harry now. We were in the middle of the main room, sitting on the floor. "All I can remember is his name, but I don't know what happened." I sigh, covering my face in my hands as I rest my elbows against the top of my knees. Harry seems distraught at my response, leaning back on the palms of his hands. 

"He came over and tried to get you to take him back."

"Did I?"

"No. The conversation wasn't pretty, but you said something along the lines of 'If you still want to be friends, call me when you're mature. Until then, get the fuck out.' Nice wordage, by the way." I laugh at his horrendous impression of me, looking up to rest my chin in my hands now.

"Oh God." I feel the blood just rushing to my cheeks at his somewhat compliment or from embarrassment that he was there during the whole talk with Jason. I take a deep breath before trying to stand up. 

Harry jumps up as well, cautiously watching me to make sure I don't fall again. My legs still feel weak and my head has a dull pain in the back, but nothing a pain killer can't fix. 

Looking around, I search for my phone, eager to know the time. Classes start tomorrow and I would hate to miss them because overslept as a result from staying up too late. Once spotting the small device near the coffee table on the floor, I bend down to grab it, instantly seeing messages flooding my inbox.

"What the hell..." I mutter to myself, scrolling through the notifications. Contrary to my primary belief, most of the notifications were not from apps, but from Valerie. I see at least several different apologies, and I don't remember why we had an apparent fight; it probably had to do with Jason. He'd become so problematic all of a sudden. What changed?

It was about 7:53 at night. I hadn't had any dinner, but I wasn't feeling too good anyways even though I probably should eat something. I sigh, falling back onto my couch. 

Thank God I got a scholarship to go to this school-my parents never would have bought me this nice of a couch if I hadn't. Harry takes a seat next to me, exhaling deeply as well.