Drugged h.s. AU

Never Makes Sense

I sat on the couch for what felt like days, after my fit of walking back and forth. The noise coming from my stomach brought me out of my slump. I was very curious as to where Harry was, I hadn't seen nor, heard anything. I stood off the couch.
I'm going to look for him. Yep, if that asshole ain't here, I'll be over the moon. I looked around my heart starting to speed up, my breath coming out in quick pants, and the air around me shifted. If I told you I wasn't scared, I'd be lying.
The whole way the room felt, was different. Sort of like a dream like state. Nothing going on, but the thought of what could happen makes it a bit worrisome. My feet seemed glued to the floor, making them move hurt my stiff, aching body.
I slowly, and stealthily, just like a ninja, climbed the stairs. When one would creak or squeak, my heart pounded even faster, skipping a beat I'm sure. I could hear my heart, feel it. Quite scary. In other circumstances, I'd say I was having a heart attack.
I got to the final stair, and fear began to eat away at me, my stomach that was once hungry, is now only making me sick. I put my hand on the wall to steady myself walking slowly down the hallway, it was then that I realized that this probably wasn't a good idea. But, I had to know.
I got to the large mahogany wood door, staring at it. Waiting for it to eat me, or smash me, to open, anything. But, nothing. It didn't even budge. I rested my head against the door, listening inside, but no sound. I put my hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and turned the knob.
I gave the door a little push letting it open, I looked in with one eyeball, and couldn't see anything. Now I was just fed up with the fact that I'd wasted so much time, and energy. I pushed the door this time a little harder, making it hit the wall.
The bed was made, no sign of Harry, anywhere. He was gone, disappeared like a ghost. I know I should probably still be afraid, because that ass hole has a habit of popping up out if no where, but I got happy, bubbly, excited.
The ass was gone, and for the time being, I was, well, free. I jumped up and down, and squealed like a little school girl when their crush smiles at them. I ran down the stairs with my new found freedom in hand.
My stomach then took its time to announce it was hungry, for the second time. I walked (more like strutted), into the kitchen grabbing ingredients from here, there, and everywhere. Walking to the cabinets I dug around and found a few pans.
After I figured out how to turn on the futuristic stove, I got cooking. Looking at the top of the stove I seen a knob. being the nosey person I am turned the knob. Nothing. I pushed the button beside of it. "IM SO FANCY, YOU ALREADY KNOW!-" I jumped ten feet in the air, "OH SHIT!" I turned the knob, my heart racing.
I stared at the radio, my eyes bugging out of my head. I calmed down, and turned it back up, but not as loud as before. I laughed at how stupid I had just acted. I got back to cooking singing, and dancing my heart out not a worry in the world.