Meet Again x NH

twenty.

Scarlet

           I woke up with a cold wind hitting my legs and I was not impressed. My eyes hurt from the lack of sleep I was experiencing and the cold was not helping either. I grumbled and groaned as I shifted further under the covers. I turned over and suddenly there was a foot in my actual face.

"Oof!" I groaned. I rubbed my eyes to help me see better. A tiny human foot. I smiled to myself slightly, not being able to help myself. Little Wesley had decided to sleep across the bed, between Niall and I and decided to prove to me that he was in fact a future football player with that foot of his.
I noticed I was almost completely off my own bed, which caused my body to be off the bed, hence my sudden awakening from the cold. And we had forgotten to shut the door fully when we were coming to bed last night. Smart moves there, Scarlet.

I shifted further in on the bed, and gently moved Wes so he was sleeping like a normal human being, and I rested back against the pillows again. I covered myself with my blankets and got comfortable again. I looked over at the window. From what I could tell, it was just after 8am. Why was I awake? An involuntary yawn escaped from my mouth as I reached over for my phone. 8:16am. I was about right.
I hadn't checked my phone for almost the entire of yesterday.
I had a few texts from Rachel at work and a few emails work related. I'd get to that tomorrow when I get there.
I had a text from my mother checking in to see how I was doing. I responded positively and a promise to call soon. There was a text from Louis about a gig he was doing soon and lastly various texts from Harry. My best friend. Who I haven't been the best friend to.

Harold Darling: Scar?
Harold Darling: Wanna meet up?

Those were sent from yesterday afternoon - when I was out with Niall and Wes. I felt so guilty.

Harold Darling: Okay. I guess not. I hope you're alright, love. It's been a while and we haven't chatted or caught up. Miss you loads. H.
Harold Darling: I really hope you're okay. It's been the entire day and you haven't responded. :(
Harold Darling: Goodnight. x

The text was sent just before midnight. It was before we went to bed. I should've checked my phone. I felt so beyond guilty. I was lying to him and was barely spending time with him. I think I needed to tell him.

I scrolled down to the last few messages and I almost choked.

Harold Darling: good morning. It is 8, in the morning. And I'm getting really worried. So I'm stopping for some pastries at the bakery and coming over to see if you're alive. Something is up and I need to make sure you're alright. See you soon. H.

That had me wide awake. If Harry came over now he'd find Niall and Wesley here and I couldn't lie to him. I had been telling him I was busy with work stuff when I'd be out with Niall and I can imagine that he'd be pretty angry.
If I had a chat with him now, alone, maybe he wouldn't be as angry or upset. Or maybe I'm just overthinking and overreacting?

I slid out from under the covers and slipped on my slippers. I found my glasses and put them on, before grabbing my hoodie from last night and slipping it on. I quietly made my way to the bathroom, where I brushed my teeth quickly and washed my face. Once I was done, I quietly walked out of my room, shutting the door behind me. I made my way to the kitchen and turned on the kettle, for some tea. I turned up the heat in the apartment, since it was quite cold.

My phone buzzed from it's spot on the counter, where I set it.

Harold Darling: I'll be there in a minute. x