-Day 46 of 100-
Jane's POV
It's 4 o'clock in the morning and I still can't sleep. I've downed two cups of milk and I counted sheep but it never made me less tired. I've tossed and turned but it seems like my eyes just wanted to be open for like, the whole day.
What did I even do to be wide awake? Oh, yeah. I nursed three of the boys and Bella because they were drunk as hell. We came home from a party we crashed. It was crazy as hell. We went on two parties and Bella ended up drinking apple cider vinegar at the last party we went to and she freaked out. Thankfully, we came home at 1 AM with a very passed out Liam, Niall, Zayn and Bella.
Maybe I should've just downed few shots to make me tired or sleepy. I feel like a psychotic little girl trapped inside a white room. It feels so small and I feel very alert to my surroundings and it scares me.
I heard a faint rustle coming from the side of the room and it made me jump. My heart was thumping and I am really scared. I don't like rustles in the dark. I don't like being alone in a dark room. I don't like dark.
The window made a small creak sound and then that was that. I jumped out of bed grabbing a pillow and scurried outside.
I closed the door a little too loud. I bit my lip and felt my surroundings, no one was awake. I walked in front of the door right across mine and knocked.
No one answered for a while but after three consecutive knocks, it opened. And there Harry was standing clad in his plaid pajamas. His tattoos very much visible from his lack of shirt. His long locks sticking out everywhere. Harry was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
Damn, he was smokin'.
"What? It's, like, four in the fucking morning. Let me sleep." Harry's morning voice was to die for. Raspy and hot.
I bit my lip and hugged my pillow tightly on my chest, "I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep." I muttered.
Harry squints his forest eyes, "Jane?"
I look up and smiled sheepishly. Harry seemed to be more awake. The corners of his lips tug a small smile.
He chuckled, "Oh. Get in." Harry led me inside his bedroom and the vibe suddenly felt very comfortable and cozy.
Harry stood behind me and I can feel his eyes staring but I ignored it. I walked to his bed and plopped myself down, not caring if this is his bed or anything. I bounced my feet up and down the bed while giggling.
The bed was so soft and it smells like peppermint with a hint of a coffee being brewed. Oh my gosh it smells so good. I never wish to get up from this very comfortable and, might as well add, enormous bed.
Harry's deep laugh was heard from behind me. I turned my attention to him and sent him a glare.
"What?" I asked.
He chuckled, "I like your.. panties. Great choice of color."
My eyes widened and I immediately sat up and remembered that I was only wearing a shirt my mother bought me. It was a big and baggy dark green football jersey of the I-Don't-Know-What-Team-You-Are-But-I-Like-The-Jersey's-Color.
Harry laughs at me while my face reddens at the embarrassment. He just saw me in my panties and it was very embarrassing. He doesn't stop laughing so I threw him a pillow which hit him right
in his face.
In your face, sucker. It's my time to laugh.
Harry's expression turned serious, "You don't throw pillows at me. Especially not in my room."
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Fanfic“Her spirit was a bed in which his loneliness could softly rest.” – Christopher Poindexter
