the cabin 》h.s

twenty

mood:

for a pessimist, I'm pretty optimistic - paramore

chapter 20

Getting home was overall the highlight of my entire night. Just the feel of my body collapsing onto the soft mattress of my bed was enough to make me content.

Everyone was fast asleep. And I was satisfied beyond belief knowing the house was at peace for once.

I didn't bother putting my things away as I shoved my luggage in the corner of my room, kicking off my shoes and tossing my worn clothes on top of it all after pulling on some shorts and a random graphic tee three sizes too big for me that I always bought in the men's section of kohl's.

I made a promise to myself to put everything away tomorrow knowing full-well I won't do it by the end of next week. Or worse, when I've run out of clothes and in need to do laundry.

My room was usually cold, and I loved it. Having my room cold as ice so I can be buried under a gazillion blankets had me sleeping like a baby. It was my aesthetic. I snort to myself at the thought, walking to the bathroom quietly as I pull my hair up in some messy bun to brush my teeth.

I use the term messy bun loosely. I wouldn't even call it a bun, it's literally just a ball of scrunched up hair sitting on my head. That was what I called laziness at its finest.

I walk back to my bedroom after finishing up in the bathroom, closing and locking the door knowing my parents are gonna try and wake me up at the crack of dawn; and that was usually whenever I wanted to sleep in.

After hearing the click of the door shut and lock, I thought I was going insane when I heard small taps. I look around the room like a moron, exhausted as hell, before realising it was coming from the window at the other side of my room.

I gulp, a little uncomfortable and quite scared at the thought of someone throwing rocks at my window.

I switch off the light to my lamp and creep towards the window, biting my lip anxiously as I peek over the edge; rolling my eyes in annoyance and let out a huge sigh of relief when I see it's just Harry.

But then my heart leaps in my chest at the realisation.

Wait, why is Harry here? I just saw him like less than an hour ago.

I fully stand, pulling up the window and then ducking when he throws another rock up at me before he can stop himself.

"What the hell, Harry?" I whisper shout in aggravation, throwing the rock back down at him as scurries away from where I threw it, "What are you doing here?"

"Ray!" He calls, then quickly slapping his hand over his mouth when I motion for him to quiet down.

"I can hear you just fine, you moron! Wake the whole neighbourhood, why don't you?" I say to him, trying not to be too loud, "What do you want?"

"Let me up!" He whispers, jumping up and down at me.

"Oh yeah, like I'm just gonna magically levitate you up here," I roll my eyes in utter annoyance, already feeling myself to grow cranky.

"That'd be pretty sick if you could," He grins smugly.

I groan, "What do you want, Harry? Why are you here? And why are you throwing rocks at my window? You know phones exist, right?