labyrinth Δ harry styles

Door Forty-Two: Family

I WASN'T SURE what exactly had woken me up. It's one moment when I'm caught up in a dream—where if I were to remember it now I wouldn't know of its content—and the next when I can feel my surroundings all whilst still in the darkness that is behind my closed lids. My eyes flutter open to a dark room with a thick empty atmosphere. I stretch out my limbs in hopes to feel him, but to no avail. The king sized bed is cold and empty, the soft silky sheets doing nothing to retain my body temperature.

I sit up in his bed, rubbing my eyes and then finally stretching my arms over my head, my back cracking in the process. What time is it even? The tiny strings of light outline the curtain that covers the window overlooking the city, so at least that tells me it's day time and not the middle of the night. To be a stranger to this bed is not a feeling I can say I'm familiar with, even with the assurance that I know I won't be a stranger much longer.

Where is Harry?

Maybe it's me falling into the bait of typical cliches, but I sort of hoped he'd still be with me, arms wrapped tightly around me as they had been last night. I would have been happy still even if he at least was in the room, watching, waiting, or even getting dressed. I feel the space next to where I slept to see if his warmth lingered, but alas it didn't, which goes to show that he's been gone for a long time.

Am I playing too much into this? Where even is my phone? I haven't seen that thing since early last night; I can't even remember where I put it.

Before I stand, I make a silent prayer, praying my legs won't give way after last night's activities. I sit up and fix my hair behind my shoulders. It's bad enough that I didn't have something to wrap my hair in, so I don't even want to imagine what my edges and roots look like right now. I bite the inside of my lip as I stand, using the headboard as my personal crutch.

The tips of my toes feather over his glossed floor until they're firmly planted and I'm completely stood. Thankfully, the soreness that once crowned at the center of my body has diminished to nothing but a tiny ache. It's enough to push to the back of my mind and focus on the problem—more so just a minor dilemma—at hand. As I walk towards the end of the bed, I step on what I can probably assume is the universal remote that seems to control most of the functions in this room, be it the lights or the massive shade—that is, not to my surprise, electronically lifting the shade. Inch by inch, the room becomes completely consumed in the sun's white light, blinding me for a moment until I can shield my eyes.

I grab the remote from beneath my foot and start button mashing until a thinner shade finally draws from the top and slowly makes its way to the floor with a faint hum. The room is still bright, but the shade covers the rays enough for me to see the city shining brightly below. This should definitely be enough to find what I'm looking for.

I recall putting my clothes at the end of the bed after the shower last night, so once I find them I shake my garments until I hear a thump. Grabbing my phone, I'm surprised to see that the battery hasn't run out yet, but I have less ten percent which is not good. The notifications bar is empty of any calls or texts, an indication that Harry left without as so much as a warning. I guess...he didn't really have to, but it would have been nice considering I'm all alone in his giant house. 

The time reads a quarter to ten, so it's still early enough to get my shit together before I have to work later tonight. I quickly decide, though, that I should probably fix myself something to eat before I take off. Without even thinking, I shuffle on the borrowed pajama pants and leave on Harry's white shirt, mindlessly realizing that the sheets from last night are no longer on the floor. After taking care of some personal hygiene matters, I take my phone with me as I journey out of his room and down the spiraled stairs. I fumble to retrace my steps back to what looks familiar, passing the office-slash-game room and turning the corner into one of the many maze-like hallways there are.