One Hundred Days • h.s

Chapter Twenty Five - Shopping

-Day 51 of 100-

Jane's POV

Waking up with such bad headache is very very annoying. I am so not getting drunk again. I feel like my head is all over the place and at the same time it's floating. It feels like my head is way bigger than the rest of my body. I can't even climb out of bed.

As I stare out the distance while I try to relieve my headache, which isn't really working, I hear heavy breathing behind me. I scrunched my eyebrows and tried to be conscious of what the thing or person behind me is doing. Who knows? Maybe a giant bear crept up my bed last night and decided to cuddle with me.

It moves behind me, dipping the bed. I think he's turning around or maybe he decided to go back to his bear house and be with his bear family. Oh my God, my headache makes me crazy.

When it was all quiet and the bed was back to being stable again, I turned around quietly and with my eyes closed tightly. I took a few deep breaths before I open my eyes.

A smile immediately made its way up on my face. Oh what a wonderful view I have.

Harry faces me with his hands curled up under his chin, his mouth slightly open, emitting soft snores. Harry's long locks falls from his face as I stare at him. Harry looks so peaceful when he's asleep.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Harry mumbled, his eyes slowly opening.

Rolling my eyes, I replied, "Eh, better not." I shrugged.

Harry chuckled and hovered over me, suddenly my headache was gone. Harry's cheeky smile is plastered on his beautiful face, his hands on either sides of my head.

"Get off me." I whined as I try to push him but he just pushes me back which makes me laugh.

"No one's going to get up until I get something from you." Harry said.

"That sounds so bad in my head." I chuckled.

"Not mine." Harry murmured. His faced neared mine and then in a fast moment, his lips touched mine.

It lingered for a moment until I felt my headache back again. I pushed Harry off me. He sits beside me with a concerned look on his face.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

I snorted, "Duh." He rolled his eyes at my comment and chuckled.

Harry kissed my temple and put his basketball shorts on, "I'll get you Advil."

"Thank you!" I shout as he closed the door. I hear a faint yeah and his footsteps slowly fading.

I can't help but admire how Harry is so sweet at times like this. He is sweet every time but I know he took care of me last night. Yes, meaning he also changed my clothes because now I was wearing his shirt and I didn't made a big deal out of it because I'm so tired for that.

Mindlessly, I went to the bathroom of.. Harry's room? Whoa. All this time I thought I was in my bedroom. It felt so comfortable and cozy, but whatever. I took one of Harry's spare toothbrush, applying toothpaste on it and went brushing my teeth. I look at myself at the mirror, my face is free from make up although my mascara is still there. It's waterproof.

After I brushed and washed my face, I looked for my phone around Harry's bedroom and I found it lying on the floor. I picked it up immediately and saw that it's on nineteen percent which made me curse mentally. A text message from Eleanor came five minutes ago, a missed call from Dustin and two messages from my mother and five missed calls.

Shit. I haven't been able to call my parents for ages! Geez. I feel so bad. I can't even remember when was the last time mom and I talked so I decided to call her back. At first, she wasn't answering but when I tried again. She finally accepted the call.