Colorful (H.S) | ✔️

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I wake up to a pair of strong arms wrapped around me. My eyes shoot open and I begin to panic.

What did I do last night? Why is there a man in my bed? 

Looking around, I see that I'm in my own room. That's a good sign, right?

I nervously bite my lip as I face the man in bed with me. Relief washes over me when I see Harry's angelic face. He's sleeping with his lips slightly parted. His hair's a mess on top of his head. 

I take a few moments to look at his face. The bags under his eyes aren't a good sign. 

When did he even get here? How did I not notice?

As if he could sense my staring, his eyes flutter open, revealing those green eyes I could stare at forever. His lips form a smile as he looks at me.

"Hey." His raspy voice sends shivers down my spine.

"Hi," I whisper back. Both of us have lazy smiles, basking in each other's company. 

We lay like this for a minute. For a while, I'm able to forget all my pain and sadness. I'm a wreck, but he always makes me feel better.

"When'd you get here?" I snuggle into his chest and his arms tighten around me. I notice that he's actually wearing a shirt to bed for once. 

"Around 3 a.m. Lily let me in."

I smile and kiss his chest. "We really need to talk about her letting strangers in at night."

"We've been talking." He pauses, gauging my reaction. "You haven't been answering my calls." 

I shift away from his arms. He whimpers but I grab my phone from under the pillow and turn it on. He shifts so my head can rest on top of his chest. 

My phone blows up with notifications. I sheepishly smile while Harry rolls his eyes. 

"I miss you." He says softly. 

"I'm right here," I snort, noticing his use of present tense. 

He grabs my hand and brings it to his lips. "You're not, though."

Guilt momentarily washes over me. I get these weird, self-isolating moods where I don't want to talk to anyone. You can say this is one of those situations.

Then, I begin thinking about my problems. My lip quivers as I think about the dread inside me. Dread to face my problems, dread that my problems will always stay problems. 

He brings his thumb to my face and wipes away a tear I didn't know escaped. 

"What's going on?" He pleads me to tell him. I stay silent. 

If I tell him about Drew, two things can happen. He can either be nonchalant about the situation, considering he was a part of it, which isn't helpful at all. Or he can freak out on me. He'd probably think I still have feelings for him. 

Based on my reaction, I'd see why someone would think that.

"Okay," he sighs. I feel bad, not telling him things. Then I remember the college topic. Just another thing I'm hiding from him. "Get up."

"No," I whine, shrinking under the covers. As much as I love that he's here, I'm not ready to face reality. 

The blanket is harshly ripped off of me. I groan at the sudden breeze. 

"Baby, I'm not asking," Harry smirks. 

"What if we just stayed in bed?" 

"Oh?" His eyes darken slightly. Good, I have him distracted. "What do you suggest we do?"