Half A Heart {h.s slightly au}

Chapter 17 - Midnight Memories

I know I said that I went to bed but in all honesty, I couldn't sleep at all. I'm just one of those people that can't get used to a foreign bed on the first night. That's the bad thing about touring since we stay in at least 20 thousand different hotels in a period of 7 months or something. I checked my phone on the bedside table to see what time it was. 12:30pm. Great, I had been here for about 40 minutes and I wasn't anywhere near tired.

I got cold after a while. I guess one blanket wasn't enough. I really wanted to get up and find another blanket or get some warmer clothes but this wasn't my house and I'd feel like a robber if I went to Emma's brother's room to go and get some more clothes.

So I did the next best thing that came to mind - To go to Emma's room and sleep there.

I reluctantly got out of bed. The cold air was hard to deal with. Damn this Oxfordshire weather. I thanked the Watson family for having carpet as their flooring choice so my feet weren't too cold. I slowly sneaked into her room. She was sleeping peacefully. Well I mean, her face looked peaceful. The same couldn't be said about the lower half of her body as the blankets were all over the place. Half of it was covering her body and her legs were spread out wide, covering the whole bottom half of her bed.

Gee she must be a deep sleeper. I didn't really know how to announce my presence without scaring her. I wanted to just sneak in and sleep with her first but then I realised that she might think that I was a rapist or something along those lines so I went with the option of poking her face until she wakes up.

Poke poke poke.

"Emma" I whispered.

I poked her some more times on her face. She mumbled something and then turned around so I could only see the right side of her face. I shook her slightly and she mumbled "Stop mum, it's the holidays"

Great, now I was mistaken for her mum. Could this get any better?

I did what we usually did to wake each other up - I poked both sides of her waist.

She immediately sprang up from her bed and grabbed the pillow that was next to her. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness and realised that it was just me.

She huffed and put her pillow down in its original spot. "What are you doing up at this hour?"

"Well I can't sleep" I said.

"Harry you're a grown man for God's sake. I think you can deal with one night without your teddy bear or whatever it is that you need to sleep with"

"No, I don't need to sleep with anything!" I defended myself.

"Then why can't the great Harry Styles sleep?" She was rubbing her eyes while she asked that question.

"Because I'm one of those people that can't sleep in a foreign bed on the first night and I'm really cold and it felt a bit weird if I went to your brother's room to get some clothes you know?"

I know that it was dark but she probably wanted to murder me right now. I don't blame her; I would probably kick myself out of the room if I was woken up in the middle of the night.

"Yeah okay. So do you want me to get you some more clothes?"

"Um... well this is going to sound really strange but..."

"Just get on with it" she huffed.

"Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" I ruffled my hair a bit.

"Can I get some sleep afterwards?" she questioned back.

"Definitely"

"Fine" She rolled over to the left side of her bed and made some room for me. I started grinning and I climbed into her bed. It was a really soft bed, much softer than the guest bedroom's bed. I rolled around in the bed to get comfortable. I didn't think that Emma would be annoyed but I found out later from the slap on my face.