Pressure [hs au]

18 - Jargogle

Word Count: 4523

I didn't wake up until around 10 AM today, thanking God it was only Saturday. Getting back to school on a Friday was a blessing and a curse in itself.

An hour later, I sat on my couch in sweats and a tshirt, just drawing Harry. I hadn't asked him to come over yet, so I could focus on his eyes. I just opted to work on detailing in his hair instead. 

When I woke up today, I felt different. 

Most of last night felt too surreal, like I had dreamt it all up or something. 

The dried tears on my face told me otherwise, sadly.

At first I was worried that I could be dehydrated from all the crying, and was already on my second water bottle; I might be a little paranoid. 

When I became so involved in a piece like I was now, I lost track of time. It was completely normal back home that when I was working on something, I wouldn't leave my room for up to five hours at a time, I just got that into it. 

I didn't set a timer or have my phone nearby to check the time to see how long I was working for, I just noticed that the sun had moved to the center of the sky, signaling midday. 

The sun was shining in my eyes through the window, causing me to squint as I tried to see the clock on the oven. 12 PM.

I just spent nearly 2 hours drawing in details on Harry's hair. 

Wow. 

I place my pencils down, my hand cramping up on me already. Wierd.

I massage it with the other hand as I head to the bathroom, attempting to make myself look more human-like.

If I don't force myself to be at least somewhat presentable by noon, I felt, more often than not, that I hadn't really accomplished anything that day. Valerie always laughed when I explained that to her, but it was just something I always did. 

I wash my face in the sink, trying to wake myself up more with the icy cold water. I hadn't been up for that long, but I still hated the sluggish feeling I had. 

I take my time on doing my makeup today, skipping through a few youtube tutorials to make sure I really nail it. 

Everything I did just felt slow and drawn out, I needed something more to wake me up. Granted, I hadn't eaten yet today, so that was the most probable reason why I was so tired. 

That, and I was up pretty late despite my trying to get to bed early. 

As soon as I finished my makeup, as amazing and confident as I felt about it, I couldn't bother with my hair. I would only be half done up today.

I try again for a cute messy bun, like the ones I see on tumblr all the time, only half succeeding. 

It didn't look bad at least, still cute.

I carefully put in my contacts, nearly slapping myself for not doing that prior to my makeup. If I mess this up, it would take forever to fix my face. 

Not really, but I had a lot riding on this, emotionally. That and I didn't want to wear my glasses today.

"Yes!" I croak, after successfully not blinding myself or smudging my makeup.

Jesus Christ, my voice sounded like a proper toad. I mean, I don't know what I was expecting, I was quite literally screaming through sobs last night for hours. 

I shake my head, last night feels like years ago, like it all happened and now I'm over it?

That doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me, I can't be over it in less than a month.