elysian - hariana

1.2 - date?

Recap:

"It's going to be okay."

harry

I sprung up from my slumber, eyes wide as I had once again dreamed about being attacked by a bunch of treadmills. Wait- it wasn't a dream, was it?

My feet landed on the ground as I tried to lift myself up, a loud groan escaping my mouth as I lay back down, seeing that it was absolutely useless to even try. My legs are pretty much dead.

Taking a look at my surroundings, I notice I was not in my room. Flashes of what happened yesterday came through my mind and an instant smile crept onto my face.

I held her hand. Oh my goodness. I actually held her hand. Can you believe it? And she didn't pull her hand away! She let it stay there for a couple of moments.

I pump my fist up in the air, mumbling a 'yeah', a victorious smile on my face.

As I continued to scan the living room, I notice a neatly folded piece of paper on the table near the couch I was currently laying on. I reached out to grab it, almost falling. After a few tries though, I have successfully managed to take a hold of the piece of paper.

Opening it, I squint my eyes at the tiny, neatly written words. I sit up, clutching the clutching onto the white parchment.

"Good, you've finally managed to read this meaning you're probably already awake at God knows what time. You kind of fell asleep when I was wiping sweat off your forehead, telling you it's okay, and that she's gone. Since you were holding my hand while you were sleeping, I kind of had to pry it out which took longer than I expected. I hope I didn't wake you up though when I pulled my hand off your grip. That was extremely difficult to be frankly honest. You have a REALLY tight grip.

I'm pretty sure I'm now in work, and you're still on that couch, moaning about how painful your legs are. So, if you do have time, come by the shop, we all miss you here. I'm also getting tired of Lance's annoying complaints and constant attempts in flirting.

I hope you're doing well. We're always here if you need someone to drag that bitch, okay?"

Below, I saw a couple of scratched out words that I couldn't manage to read. My smile only got brighter as I chucked the letter in my pocket.

Holy shit.

I was holding her hand while I was sleeping. I held her hand AGAIN. If someone told me weeks ago that I would have Ariana save me from, as she would like to call Sabrina 'a satanic bitch', and and I would be holding Ariana's hand, I would have laughed at their face.

I get up, not even minding the pain anymore as I do a victory dance. Wiggling my bum, I do weird movements with my feet.

In your face Rick!

In your face Lance!

In your face Sabrina!

I chuckle, swaying my hips from side to side as I run upstairs to my room to put on some proper clothes so I could go back to the coffee shop and see my one and only angel, who I hope doesn't find me weird for holding onto her hand so tight, it had to take her a couple of minutes to get out of my grip.

As I burst through my room, I find a sight I never thought I would ever see in my life again.

"Harry Berry!" I hear the awful squeak of her voice as she snakes her arms around me.

"Um.." I awkward push her off me, cringing once again at the God awful nickname she gives me. Stepping back, I stare at her in horror. "What are you doing in my room?"