My First | Harry Styles

Chapter Twenty Seven

Tessa POV

I don't remember waking up. Only all of a sudden my eyes were wide open, staring up at the ceiling. I remember where I was and why there were no stars above my head but what I couldn't remember was what had happened. My head was a pounding nightmare and every time I tried to move I quickly thought otherwise. A nerve splitting pain erupted after any movement and my body felt completely drained. 

Too scared to sit up and too confused to know why, I stayed down and tried to relax. I could feel my chest rising and falling after every breath that I took and could hear the puff of air I exhaled through my nose. Besides that, the room was quiet. Besides that, I thought I was the only one inside it. 

I suppose my assumptions were found mistaken as I could just faintly hear behind me the steady beating of a little drum. It was constant as I listened to it, getting louder the harder I concentrated on hearing its soothing sound. 

My stiff body stirred in attempt to approach the drumming noise, when something went terribly wrong. I rolled much further to the side than I had intended, which left me falling from a high altitude. This did not help my throbbing headache as I collapsed onto the hard wood floor. 

I groaned and desperately applied pressure to the front of my head where I could feel the pain excessively stronger. The sound of the little drum was no longer audible from the position I was in now, and the loud ringing inside my head was not doing me any favours in retrieving it. A squeak from the mattress was heard, but I didn't dare look up and risk the painful feeling to get worse.

"Shit, Tess." A voice which startled me exclaimed. 

I unintentionally looked up.

Harry swung his legs over the edge of the mattress and before I even realised it, he was kneeling down in front of me. He blinked back his confusion and another emotion I could not yet detect as he looked at me. His eyes were a particular shade of green, darker than the usual ocean colour but something about the way they did not gleam made me wonder. 

"I think I fell." I explained with a dry throat, coughing after wards to clear it. 

Harry frowned and ran one of his hands through the chestnut curls upon his head. I only noticed his hair after he presented them, but once I did I couldn't contain my laughter. 

I had seen Harry on plenty of bad hair days, where he would usually attempt to resolve them by sticking on a hat for the rest of the day, but this was just hilarious. All his curls were wildly untamed and sticking up in all directions, naturally giving him more volume. If I hadn't known any better, it looked as though he had just woken up. 

Harry laughed along as well self-consciously.

"What's so funny?" He asked me.

"You look like you have bed hair, or something." I lightly laughed. "As if you were sleeping."

Harry remained quiet as I tried to push myself up and smile, but the sharp pain that I had suppressed returned all at once. My eyes shut closed at the sudden feeling, and Harry must have noticed it as well as I winced. He nervously approached me, placing one of his hands on my shoulders to help me sit up. My head felt like a helium balloon that had been filled up far too much and was on the verge of exploding.

The reasons as to why I was experiencing so much pain this morning were unknown, but by the way I watched Harry's frown detail on his lips I knew he was aware of something that I wasn't. 

"Sit still." He instructed, reaching over me to retrieve a small pillow from somewhere on the bed. It was gently placed behind my back as Harry situated it in the right spot, then encouraged me to lay back on it slowly. "Is your head still dizzy?" He asked.