“Shit” I groan quickly turning myself over on my bed. Leaning on my sore leg while I slept probably wasn’t the best idea. The over powering pain forced my eyes open.
Sun peaks through my window making my whole room light up. I turn over to see Harry still sound asleep. He looks so cute when he’s tired and sleeping. All that exterior fades and you just see the innocent boy from when he was 12. I lift myself over to the edge of my bed and search my room for my crutches. Of course, I left them downstairs because Harry carried me up last night. Great, how am I supposed to get up and go downstairs? I really need some pain relief tablets right now.
I lift myself off my bed and place my left leg down on the ground, supporting my body. I hop my way around the bed only to stub my toe on the corner of my bed. The world just hates me today. I whimper in pain and quickly sit on the floor to rub my sore toe. Stubbing your toe is the worst.
“Mia?” Harry’s sleepy voice fills the room.
“Shit, sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up.” I apologize holding my toe to minimize the pain. At lease I’m not feeling the pain in my leg right now because I hurt myself somewhere else.
“What are you doing?” He asks rustling around in the bed. His tired voice is actually so sexy. I could sit down and listen to him all morning until it faded.
“Uhh, I stubbed my toe.” I laugh at my stupidity. My toe is starting to feel a lot better now. That’s exactly what subbing your toe does to you. It starts off really painful but it fades pretty quickly. I look down to my toe which is now a red colour. Damn it.
I hear Harry move around on the bed and suddenly his head pops over the bed looking down to me.
“Why are you even out of bed?” He chuckles at the sight of me on the ground.
“I really need pain relief tablets, I slept on my sore leg.” I whine looking up to him. God he looks sexy with his messy hair and relaxed face.
“You should’ve just woke me up.” He states clearly annoyed at me.
“You looked so peaceful and cute. I couldn’t wake you up.” I smile up to him pinching his cheeks.
“Don’t do that.” He groans and smacks my hands away playfully.
“You’re adorable.” I laugh pulling myself back up to sit on the end of the bed.
“Don’t call me that either.” He says and I catch him rolling his eyes at me.
“Okay Harold.” I laugh at him.
He groans and digs his face into the pillow. It’s nice to have the upper hand on these conversations.
“Can we go downstairs now? I really need my tablets. My leg is killing me.” I whine nudging his side. I almost forgot that he is just in boxers.
“Alright, two seconds.” He says standing up quickly. He walks over to where he dumped his clothes yesterday and quickly slides them on.
He walks back over to me and reaches his arms out to pick me up.
“I can hop down.” I protest pushing him away. It’s cute he wants to carry me, but I feel like a little kid and I hate it.
“No you can’t, stop whining and just let me take you to your crutches.” He rushes scooping me up into his arms.
“Harry I hate this.” I whine leaning my head against his chest.
“I know you do, that’s why it’s fun.” He chuckles sending vibrations through my body.
“You suck.” I say sticking my tongue out at him.
