I Won't Go Home Without You [Narry AU]

Chapter Three

The next fewdays went for Harry like in a blur. He remembered talking with some people and going to some places, but he simply couldn’t put all of these things into a whole one. It was just some images that simply flashed through his mind, just some distinct things that together didn’t make any sense for him; sometimeshe wasn’t even sure if they ever happened. He just had this kind of feeling that some of these things simply were his imagination, these dreams where everything feels so real that even after waking up you still can’t understand if it really happened to you or not.

All Harry really wanted to do during this week was to stay under his warm blanket for another hour or two and sleep a little bit more. It seemed as if his eyes suddenly became too heavy for him to keep them open and his limbs - too heavy for him to move them. He simply couldn’t think straight anymore, his brain felt like some strange porridge that was about to stem through his ears. He didn’t know why he felt so exhausted because this week didn't differ much from the other weeks that he had, they all usually went pretty much similar. 

Sometimes he even had this thought in his head about 'accidentally' turning off his phone and not going to work at least for one day.

Today wasn’t an exception either. Harry groaned loudly, putting his pillow over his head and turning onto his other side right after he was waking up by the annoying sound of his alarm clock. He tried to ignore it, hoping that maybe it would turn off by itself soon, but after no more than thirty seconds he simply couldn’t take it anymore; it felt as if someone was hitting his head with a hammer over and over again and the hits only became harder with each time.

The only thing that made this day any different from the others Harry already had was that it was finally Friday which meant there was only one more day before the weekend; the only thing he needed to do was to survive it.

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It turned out to be much harder than Harry thought it would be. All this little energy that he had in the morning disappeared in one swift moment when he walked into his and Zayn’s office room and saw an unfinished report on his table. All Harry wanted was for this day to end already, but his desire must have been way too huge to come true since it seemed that the day was only becoming longer and longer.

Harry sighed quite loudly, lying his aching head on his arms and turning his head to the side a little bit, making his rich brown curls fall onto his face. The clock that was hanging on one of the walls said that there was only one hour left before everyone could go home and the boy couldn't wait for this hour to finally pass by.

"Am I the only one who feels like he could sleep for a million years? No one? Anyone?" Harry suddenly heard someone’s quiet mumbling from the other side of their working room. Slightly turning his head to the side from where the voice came, he saw the guy that was also lying on his table just like Harry did. Harry recognized him - his name was Andrew Harrison, but for some unknown reason everyone called him Andy. Harry didn’t know why, he even asked Zayn about it once, but he simply shrugged, saying that “it just happened”. The guy, Andy, had short tough black hair, slit dark eyes and swarthy skin color; his cheekbones were strongly protruding. Even though he had a typical Asian appearance, the truth was that he was born in Ireland just like his parents were.

Andy was a very good guy, actually. He reminded a little bit of a nerd with his big black glasses on that took place almost on a half of his face, and his love to comics and robots, but it only made him more special. He was strange, but in a good way for sure. It wasn't like he and the boys were very good friends, but they talked sometimes during work or asked each other for some help.

"Take me to this team," Zayn said from his own place, raising his hand in the air, but after a few seconds, putting it back on the table and lying his head on his arm again. "I'm sure I can sleep for a whole week. Or even a month."