Wide Eyed (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Lily’s P.O.V.

I woke up in the middle of the night; something disturbed my sleep. I rubbed my eyes, trying to clear my blurred vision. I looked around the room, realizing it was not my own, but instead it was Harry’s. I don't think I'll ever get used to waking up in Harry’s room.

I reached for my phone; I remember lying down beside me before falling asleep. When it wasn’t in its place, I scanned my eyes over Harry’s bed in search of it. Harry shifted in his sleep and I saw it was under him. I slipped my hand under his back, and retrieved my phone. The clock read 5:30 am. It was about to be time to get ready. Instead of going back to sleep, I opened my tumblr app. I knew scrolling down my dashboard would easily fill in 30 minutes of time.

I reblogged a few pictures and text post here and there when Harry caught my attention. Harry's steady breathing was no longer even. His chest was expanding and collapsing rapidly, faster than what doctors would call normal. He began to move around slightly. Quiet whimpers escaped from his lips. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration towards whatever was in his dream. He tossed and turned, wiggling his body dangerously close to the edge of the bed.

I reached over to Harry, wrapped my arms around his torso, and pulled him toward me to keep him from falling off the bed.  He began to squirm more as soon as i came in contact with him.

“Harry, calm down.”

He groaned in response. “What time is it?” he asked.

“5:45 Am. We should get ready for class.”

“Can’t I just skip class today?”

“No, you literally just got in trouble with the dean yesterday morning. And he threatened your scholarship. You definitely have to go now.”

“I need a mental health day. Everyone is allowed two mental health days per semester.”

“Why do you need a mental health day? Because of your nightmare?”

“Last night I didn’t have a nightmare. It was hot under the blanket and I was trying to kick them off. But that didn’t work so I tried to roll on the floor, but then you pulled me back.”

“Fine, take your mental health day. But I’m not telling you what the math assignment is.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I probably wasn’t going to do it anyway.”

“What do you even major in?” I asked.

“Music. I have to study playwright music, movie music, old music, new music, all types of music. I also have to study the technological part of it, the synthesizers and crap.”

“I major in English. I love writing. So if you major in music that means you can sing?” I said, suggestively.

“No, I’m not going to sing for you.”

“C’mon, why not?”

“I’ll sing if you write me a song. And it has to be yours.”

“Are you kidding me, Styles? I have like a billion songs that I’ve written myself.”

“Oh, so have you sang them with any instrumental accompaniment?”

“Yes, I play both piano and guitar.”

“How unoriginal. I thought you were going to say the tuba.” Harry joked.

“Yes, because I can fit a tuba in my room. It sits right next to my cello and my oboe.”

“Wow, you could have your own orchestra.” Harry said laughing loudly. “I actually can play both the piano and guitar too.”

“You don’t own a tuba? Get out Harry you dont belong here.”