Antisocial [h.s]

[fifteen]

My eyes fluttered open and I felt a weight across my chest and some weight on my my right thigh and shin. I yawned and then turned my head, seeing the giant with the closed pretty green eyes sleeping beside me and I couldn't complain because I quite enjoyed his company.

I don't know how I ended up on my back, him on his chest with his arm draped aorund my torso and his leg wrapped around mine, i guess we're both not very still sleepers, but it's really comfortable.

I love waking up this way, I didn't have a nightmare, I'm warm and Harry's snuggly and cute.

"You better both be wearing all of your clothes," Liam grumbled and I jumped, holding my chest and sitting up to look at him, Harry's arm falling to my lap.

Liam was holding his temples while he laid shirtless, his hair was a mess and the blankets stopped at his waist.

"How much did you drink, Liam?"

"Too much. Beer pong and pointless party games. Now back to previous topic; you and Harry are both wearing all your clothes, right?" he asked, looking over at me tiredly.

"Yeah, we forgot to strip.''

I saw Liam roll his eyes and I heard Harry chuckling so I looked down at him, his eyes were still closed but he was smiling. He moved his head onto my lap on top of the duvet, his hair falling in front of his eyes.

"So I guess your reaction to waking up in the same bed as Harry isn't going to put you into a hospital, that's good,'' Liam noted. "How'd that happen anyways?"

"We were just talking and then we cuddled and fell asleep. Your cousin is a really good person to cuddle with, Liam,'' Harry spoke groggily with a cheerful tone.

"Liam's a pretty good cuddler, he's a teddy bear,'' I told Harry.

"Well it would be weird if I cuddled with Liam, it's not weird if I cuddle with you, well it's only weird to Liam,'' Harry explained as I twisted one of his curls with my finger.

"Yet you flaunt it,'' Liam remarked and I just rolled my eyes.

"Do not,'' I argued and I could picture him raising his eyebrows. "But you used to always flaunt your PDA with someone you were dating whenever you brought one over."

"You're dating Harry?"

"Yes."

"Shut the hell up, no, Harry is delusional."

"But you wish we were dating, we're already sleeping together."

"Keyword is "sleeping" and I don't want to date."

"Aw,'' Harry turned his head up to look at me while pouting. "First you say you don't want love, then you say you don't want to date, dating isn't that bad and it's fun to love someone.''

"Bullshit, I've watched movie after movie, seen heart broken girl after heart broken girl. You mean to say it's fun to be loved back,'' I corrected him and he rolled his eyes.

"That's why humans date, they test to see who they can love and who can love them back,'' he argued and I rolled my eyes.

"Enough of this intervention. Liam, take some aspirin and drink some water.''

He rolled his eyes and opened the drawer in his bedside table, taking out a bottle of aspirin and then two pills, downing them and then laying back in his bed.

"I guess Sunday is a lazy day,'' I thought aloud and Harry nodded his head, humming quietly. "Well then let me be lazy,'' I lifted his head and he groaned, moving over slightly, allowing me to scoot down so I could lay on my back.