For That One Moment. Part 2

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2 weeks ago. -- 

'Get out, get out, get out of my head and fall into my arms instead'  My alarm clock screeches out One thing. I slide my hand out from under my pillow and drag it along my bed until I reach the end. I lift up my arm and start carelessly smacking my hand on my night table trying to find the off button. After a minute of searching, my delicate fingers finally find the button, and I push. The sound stops, but the song is still ringing through my head. I slide my legs up so my knees are bent, and then lean forward and rest my forehead on my knees, taking in the adjustment of lighting. I roll off my bed, successfully landing on my feet. My phone is flashing a bright red, I got a text while sleeping. What time is it anyway?

' Hey babe, I hope your headache is gone. I will be at your house at 3:30. Love you. xx '

Even though we've been dating for a year now, Harry can text me a simple 'Hi' ,  and I feel the butterflies and that foolish smile grow bigger on my face. It's already 2:30, crap. I  must of slept through my alarm for a good 3 hours.

I went to bed yesterday around 5 am. I had a pounding headache. Harry stayed on the phone with me until I fell asleep. He sang to me until I passed out, making me forget about the pain. Anyways, it has been reoccurring for the past week now, and for those seven days, Harry has been comforting me, but last night was the worst. I am sure it's just a stage I am going through. 

I don't care how I look around Harry, he tells me I don't even need to try. I have big light brown eyes, medium brown hair I have been trying to grow out. Naturally curly. I walk to the washroom, feeling a bit dizzy. I brush my teeth, wash my face, and apply a little bit of mascara, I have bags under my eyes from the lack of sleep I have been getting. I leave my hair the way it is, it looks the way it usually does.

I go in my closet, put on my ripped Hollister shorts and one of Harry's knit tops, even though it is hot in my house and outside, I love wearing that top. I feel so safe.

I just sit in bed for the next 40 minutes, waiting for Harry. The dizziness comes and goes here and there, but it does the least bit to concern me. I didn't realize it's been 40 minutes, I just lay in my bed playing on my Ipod. 

I receive a text

'I'm here, do I just come to your room?'

'Yeah, doors unlocked' I answer

 My family adores Harry, they trust him with my life, so he is welcome to do as he pleases. I hear the door open. 

'Hello future mother and father in law, i'm going up stairs!' Harry shouts so I can hear

My parents greet him all bubbly.

I just smiled, staring at my door waiting for him to enter. I hear him running up the stairs, then within a matter of seconds he flies through the door.

'BABE!' Yelled Harry as he flew across my room, leaping in mid air and landing on my bed beside me.

'OUMPH! Ouch Harry ' I giggle .

He cuddles up to me.

'Babe, I am worried about you"  He admits, looking up at me. Those glossy green eyes staring into mine, I can see the fear. He doesn't have to say any more.

Then it hits me, i'm scared too. I get that dizzy feeling again, but I hide it. I don't want to scare him even more. 

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