The Herra Project- Double Cross [H.S AU]

Did You Forget?

"Good mornin', troupers. I am Diggy your fitness in-struct-tor. I will be making you all run a lot today," he proclaimed in his Southern American accent, pulling his sunglasses further up his nose. "But first, it says right here I am supposed to do a 'roll call'. So from the healers, Madison, Reggie, Leo, Jayden, Gary, Nevel and Harry. All ya'll here?"

"Harry's missing, sir," I mumbled feeling intimidated by the huge man with an even more intimidating red whistle hanging from his neck.

"THAT'S SIR TO YOU, MISSY. I don't have no time for attitudes here," he growled as his big brown moustache bounced up and down.

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir," I muttered quickly, folding my arms behind my back.

"What was that? Are you trying to back-chat me, Miss?" he raised a brow scornfully.

"No, sir. Of course not," I assured more loudly and clearly this time.

"There is no need to shout in my left ear like that. You need to find your manners," he pointed a finger. "And find that boy. Tell him if he's not here in five minutes he's failing. Same goes for you," he instructed waving me off. I spun on my heel and sprinted back to the D wing for mind readers. I arrived at his dorm and straightened my tank top before knocking. I heard him groan and he mumble weakly, "Come in."

I opened the door to his tired grin which immediately dropped as he saw me. I missed that morning grin.

"Oh, just you," he muttered turning over and closing his eyes again.

"You have an exercise class now. I was forced to call you by a creepy 'fitness in-struct-tor'," I reminded him impersonating Diggy, or Sir's accent.

"Can't I just miss it. I feel terrible," he complained holding his forehead.

"You're such a liar, Harry. You look fine," I chuckled.

"Go away, I want to ditch it," he moaned lifting his duvet over his head.

"C'mon, it's only like a day and then it's over. Plus if we don't go soon I'm going to fail it too," I sighed tugging at his duvet.

"No, just leave me to sleep," he whined.

"You're such a lazy ass, just get up and get dressed," I breathed pulling as hard as I could at his blanket. He grasped it tightly wrapping his legs around it and sent me a stubborn expression.

"Harry, just get up," I exclaimed jumping on top of him and trying to pull him off the bed.

"No," he yelled grasping the sides.

"Yes," I shouted back.

"You can't make me."

"Won't stop me from trying," I muttered pushing up against his back with my feet against the wall.

"You're so annoying," he chuckled.

"Same to you," I scoffed just before my hand slipped and a tumbled over him onto the ground.

"Are you okay?" he yelled diving onto the ground next to me.

"Yeah I think so just my head hurts," I whispered holding it. "And you're off the bed!"

I dived on top of him and pinned his arms down to the carpet.

"You can get dressed the easy way or the hard way," I panted heaving in deep breaths. Getting Harry up is a messy business.

"Hard way," he smirked with a hint of curiosity in his eye.

"Put on a bloody shirt and we can leave," I moaned climbing off of him.