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"Please don't say anything."
"Lou-"
"Don't fucking speak," I snarled, my breath hitting the skin on his neck that I was glaring into. I took a deep breath, collected my thoughts and lapped my hands on each side of his waist, the sensatio...
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Waking up in Harry's arms was neither a relief nor a disappointment. Tiredly, I climbed out of his grip and grabbed his phone from the nightstand to check the time to find out it was only half seven, meaning I did not have to go back to my dorm until at least forty minutes later.
Out of curiosity, I devilishly scrolled through Harry's recent notifications and surprisingly found quite the controversial texts, which sprawled my emotions in every direction.
LIAM: Did your guy come over?
LIAM: I need to know when I can come back in the morning without walking in on you with somebody.
LIAM: Please, buddy.
The next text was sent at three am.
LIAM: I'm not so well. I kind of need to talk. I think you know what it's about.
LIAM: I need your help.
LIAM: When can I come back??
The last text was at five am.
LIAM: FYI I spent the night at Lacy's and am not coming back to the dorm in the morning for your sake. You're gonna have to tell me what's going on soon enough. I'm getting sick of covering for you.
After reading the last part I quickly put the phone back on the nightstand. Despite the lack of information I had on Liam, I was already feeling bad for him. Harry had supposedly told him not to return to the dorm while I was there to prevent us from getting caught or interrupted. The reason he had done that was because I had basically threatened him not to tell people about us, which was why I felt bad for Liam.
And also, what the hell was happening with him at three am?
That seemed serious.
A sudden feeling of guilt stroke me when I realised I had just snooped through Harry's phone without him knowing, causing my heart to slightly speed up in my chest. For no reason at all, I turned around to the sleeping body beside me and crawled close to his chest, this time with mine facing his. While carefully wrapping my arms around him under the blanket I managed to wake him straight away. He blinked, slowly opened his eyes and smiled subtly when he observed the face in front of him.
"Hi," he huffed, voice groggy as hell.
"Morning," I said shyly.
Harry adjusted his arms so that they were pulling me closer by the waist. "Did you sleep well?"
