MOONLIGHT 《H.S》

THREE

I'd say it was fun meeting the people here. It was, but I needed to spend my time with Eli. I missed him, even if we didn't spend the day apart. He was my little companion.

We laid in bed. I could feel my medication wear off and a sting of pain on just where my back ended.

I knew that Eli was going to fall asleep in a tick, when he did, I could take a shower and drink some chamomile tea and try to sleep well.

As expected, Eli was asleep a second later and I let myself out of his grip and walked in the shower.

I had stolen some cute little lavender bath bombs and they would held me relax.

I filled up the bathtub and grabbed my phone, scrolling through social media.

One of my friends, her name was Saylor Rouse had texted me, asking where I was.

I texted her back, saying I was in Trovania for the next couple of weeks.

I got in the bath and relaxed for the first time in almost five years.

I got some thinking done and I finally came out of the bath to make myself some tea.

I sat on the counter, my legs swinging back and forth as I slowly sipped the calming tea.

"Hey."

I looked back and saw Harry, "Hi."

"Whatcha doing?" He asked, stepping closer, "Is Eli asleep?"

"Drinking my tea. And yes, he's asleep alright."

He grinned, showing me his perfect white teeth, "So, wanna go up to the roof?"

I wondered why he'd want my company but went anyways, not really caring.

One of the worst things the Writhing brought me was that I'd shine bright blue when the moon was full, and If I looked at it.

It was full tonight.

The Writhing always came with a curse. And shining bright blue sucked.

We climbed a ladder and we were soon on the roof, laying down, staring at the stars. I tried to keep my gaze off the moon, but it didn't work. I stole a glance, but Harry didn't notice me blinking.

I lay my head back down and sighed, "How many nights would it take to count the stars?"

"Pft, that's a stupid question, the answer is obviously infinity." Harry sassed.

I rolled my eyes, "You're mean."

"Oh, come on now, lighten up." I realized he was holding a bottle of vodka.

"What is that?" I asked, making sure.

He smiled widely, "Vodka!"

"Straight?"

"No, gay."

"No, I meant is it straight vodka, not are you gay."

"I'm not."

"Well you just—" I was interrupted by a bellowing laugh.

"You worry too much. Here, take a sip."

He shoved the bottle to me and I couldn't help but take a long swig.

You could say I was drunk almost three minutes later.

We stumbled down the ladder to inside the house and into Harry's room.

He gave me more vodka.

We watched a movie in his bed while we drank more and more, and by the end of the movie, I had no idea what had happened.