Colorful (H.S) | ✔️

12

When morning comes, I find Harry staring at me as I wake up. 

Suddenly, I feel super self-conscious. 

"What," I mutter, still half asleep.

"You're beautiful," Harry responds. I didn't expect such a nice response. My cheeks begin to heat up, just like they always do around him. 

He might as well get used to it.

I sit up and rub my sleepy eyes. "Harry," I say with a serious tone. "To actually make this work, we need to have some rules."

He nods and waits for me to continue.

"I really really don't want anyone to know about this. Seriously, okay?" He indicates his agreement and I keep going. "An important factor of that is Drew."

He visibly cringes when I say his name. 

"I know, but it's important. We have a pact that we would marry if we didn't find our soulmates by age 30. If I suddenly break up with him, he'd get suspicious. Of course, that would lead to him asking Audrey, and it would spiral out. I need to pretend that we're still together. Now, since this isn't fair to you, you have full freedom to do whatever you want with your relations."

His eyes get dark. I knew he wouldn't be happy with these conditions, but it's the only way to know whether he's the one. 

"I don't want any other relationships," he says firmly.

I smile and kiss his hand. "I'm giving you permission, use it to your discretion." He rolls his eyes and I continue. "If word gets out Harry, things will be bad. Besides, I'll try to invite you to every event that Drew is at, okay?"

This time, he kisses my hand. "You better. If I find that scum doing anything stupid... I'm not afraid to use my fists."

I laugh, like full-on belly laugh. Harry's serious demeanor fades and he begins laughing with me.

Our laughter begins to slow. "Do we have a deal?" I ask, biting my lip.

"Yes, ma'am." He replies, pulling me into a hug just to roll on top of me. I begin laughing again as he kisses me. 

Once our morning goofiness is over, he orders room service for breakfast. I borrow his phone charger and wait for my dead phone to turn on. 

The apple logo flashes on the screen, and I'm greeted with many notifications.

Last night was such a mess, I totally forgot about the world. 

I scroll through all my messages. One from Audrey, a few from Drew, some from Lily, and about a hundred from my mom... 

"I'm so fucking dead," I groan. I look through my sister's texts first. They're mostly asking about my well-being, but also warning me that my mom is pissed. 

Without reading her texts, I call my mom immediately. 

"Hey mama, I can explain," I begin before she has the chance to yell at me. 

It doesn't matter. She begins scolding me from the phone, pausing to express how relieved she is that I'm alive, then yelling again. She's so loud that Harry can hear the yelling even though the phone isn't on speaker. I see him visibly flinch.

Yeah, ouch.

"O-okay. Yes. Okay mom. Yes, I'll be home soon. Okay, I'm on my way. Yes. Mhm. Okay, bye." I hang up the phone dramatically.

"Oof, I would hate to be you right now," he chuckles. I roll my eyes and throw a pillow at him.

"It's your fault anyway," I stick my tongue out. "I have to go now..."