Cuts

Ch 25. Morning Surprises

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Stephie's POV

"Aren't you sleeping?" Harry asked, peeking his head from the balcony door.

"I'm not in a mood, really. You can take the bed if you want to." I tried to smile at him and leaned my head on the railing.

"Okay." He said and made his way probably towards my room. I was in no mood to talk to him, my head was already spinning from all the things he left saying midway. He always left me in confusion, and then the things just go wild up there.

I closed my eyes and tried to get myself distracted from his thoughts but it was all useless.

When his steps were no longer heard I finally pulled out the cigarette and the lighter and balanced them on fingers, bored.

He must be dancing in there, he was making so much noise inside.

I lit the fag after sometime and put it to my lips and took in every way the smoke was hurting the insides of me.

Maybe I'm just over thinking all of this but I don't have fucking mind to tolerate this again and again.

It happens everytime he talks to me. My mood takes a sudden increase then a much more decrease.

"Are you sure, you're not?" His voice came from inside and my hands instinctively hid the cigarette.

"Yeah. I'm not!" I shouted. I hope he heard that.

I heard of the door being closed and I took a drag from the cigarette again.

I really want to feel the blade against me but I don't want anyone, especially Harry knowing about me cutting. He had friends that are all bitchy, and those who include people like Stacey.

..

I woke up, all covered in sweat and cuddled up to someone who was equally sweaty. Someone who I have become habitual of living with these days.

I looked up see the man of my dreams already awake and staring down at me. Anxiety, shock, happiness, excitement, shyness, nervousness were some of the feelings I was getting.

"Morning love." He smiled and my world froze as it always does when he says something out of the blue.

I blinked a couple of times to process what was happening.

I tried to get up but one of my hands were intertwined with this while the other snaked around his waist. His were tangled the same way and he wasn't loosening his grip.

"Don't behave like this babe, you're equally touching me." He laughed.

This ain't a joke Styles.

I snatched my hand from his and pulled the other one from his back and sat straight up. They already felt empty. But how did we even end up like this?

I looked around to see if I was in my room and thankfully I was. I moved away from him to the end if the bed.

"What?" He asked,

"You were supposed to be sleeping on the bed?" I remember telling him that.

"You said I could take the bed after," His brows challenging, "If you don't remember."

His mood looks so good and I don't want to ruin it but I'll have to.

"How did I end up in the bed with you?" I must be looking so damn dumb asking this so straight.