Do You Need Money?

Breakfast in bed

I wake up, there is a stupid bright light shinning in my face. I try and sit up and I fall back down. God, my head feels like it's going to explode! I sigh softly and try again. I sit up and I see water on the stand. There's a little note.

*When you wake up please drink this!-HS :)*

I chug the water. I least I know I'm not at some random persons house. I look around and I hold my head. I guessing this is Harry's room. It's so simple. A desk with papers scattered everywhere. One or two paintings. I see a small stack of books on the tv. Clothing on the floor. His room has a sent of peppermint and vanilla. I see a small candle sat on the bed side. It says it's sent is gingerbread. It hasn't been used yet. I smile softly.

I stand up. I look on the edge of the bed there is some clothes. Again I see a tiny note. What is with him and notes?

* If you want you can put these on? *

I slide on the big shirt and boxers he gave me. I toss my dress where I assume is his dirty clothes. I open the door slowly. I'm not sure what time it is or if he lives with roommates; I don't want to wake them up or Harry.

I come into the living room. I hear soft music. I try to be as quite as possible. I lean on the wall and I watch Harry. Is this creepy? He just looks so peaceful. He has a pen in between his teeth and frown on his face. I'm not sure if he's reading, writing , or editing? We haven't had a full conversation on exactly what he does. I just know he works in a publishing company.

I let out a small cough and I see Harry's face turn to see where the sound came from. He looks me right in the eyes. He closes his binder and puts his pen down. He sends me a welcoming smile.

He speaks before me. "Good morning love, how did you sleep?" I smile as he pats on the couch, signaling me to sit next to him.

I walk towards the seat and lay my head on his shoulder. "It was alright. I'm still tired. The notes you left were very adorable." I blush at him.

He rubs his neck. "Oh yeah, sorry." Why is he uncomfortable? I choose not to push it.

I go and pick up the binder. I look at him for reassurance when he nods, I start looking through it. I hope this is his writing. If so it's amazing. His eyes are on me as I read over it. Some of the paper is him editing someone else's work but the other is his writing. I look up at him. "This is amazing Harry!" I compliment him.

He continues to rub his neck and not give me eye contact. Well now I know what he does when he is uncomfortable. It's really cute. "It's alright, most of it isn't mine though." He mumbles.

I slap his chest. "Alright! You must be crazy. This is ... extraordinary." He giggles at me trying to come up with a bigger word than amazing, he's the English major not me.

I put his binder back. "Thanks." Is all he can get out of his beautiful lips. God I should have kissed them the other night.

I go and lay my head on him. "I hope I'm not bothering you from your work." I look at him.

He rolls his eyes and pulls me in closer. My head is on his chest. "I need a distraction. I have been up all night finishing these. I also have school tomorrow. So you being here is great." I smile softly as I lay on him and put my head in his lap.

He plays with hair and puts on friends. I have never seen the show nor do I understand it. He laughs ever so often. I just want to hear him laugh. I don't say anything. The only thing he does is laugh and play with my hair.

He finally speaks after about an hour goes by. "Are you hungry? I am." I nod softly. I'm not, but if he is I can eat. I feel my stomach rumble, I guess I'm hungry.