Begin Again [Harry Styles Fanfic]

Come Back To Me

There was a loud vibration from somewhere beside my head and I awoke with a start. It took my brain a second to catch up with my body but catch up it did. I was in a bed. I felt around the covers for a minute and nodded to myself. I was in my bed. Okay, okay. That was good. There was that damned vibration again, though. Oh, right. My phone.

"Hello?" I croaked out as I answered it, not bothering to look at the caller I.D.

"Hey, can you come to the door?"

"Ugh," I groaned as I sat up and turned on the lamp beside my bed. I squinted in the sudden brightness and groaned again.

"You don't have to. I could go back to the hotel."

"I'm already up now," I mumbled as I put on my robe and shuffled to the front door. "Curly, you better have a perfectly good explanation as to why you woke me up at balls a.m...." My sentence broke off as I opened the door and looked at him. "Jesus Christ," I muttered. He had thick bags under his eyes and his skin looked like paper. "You look like shit, Harry."

He shrugged his shoulders. "You don't look so great yourself."

I rolled my eyes and stepped to the side to let him in. "Sorry. If I had known you were going to show up at my house at 3:45 in the morning I would've gotten all dolled up for ya."

He cracked a small smile as he stepped inside. "Wow...it's so...clean."

"What can I say? I'm a neat freak." I really wasn't. He just happened to come the day after my monthly house cleaning. 

He smiled again and walked around the main area, taking it all in. "It's nice, really. Kinda homey. I miss that." 

"When was the last time you slept?" I blurted out.

"Couple days," he said and yawned. "Adrenaline plus being away from home equals No-Sleep-Harry."

"So why are you here?" I asked as I propped myself up on the counter.

He shrugged again. "I couldn't think of anyone else who wouldn't kick me out. Niall sleeps wild. Lou has El visiting him. Liam has this no crumbs in the bed rule. And Zayn...we'll he's Zayn. He needs his beauty sleep."

I smiled at him widely. "Well, come on then." 

"Where are we going?" 

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly. "I might as well put you to good use since you're here." We walked into my room which was still illuminated by the lamp beside my bed. Pushed to one side of the room were a series of sixes cardboard moving boxes. "I need those boxes put into that closet." I said, pointing out a closet in the hallway. 

He raised an eyebrow at me. "All of them?" 

I nodded my hands and smiled as I settled down in the middle of my bed to watch. "Chop chop, slave." 

He got through the first three boxes quickly, picking them up as if they weren't full of textbooks and old photo albums. But the fourth and fifth took him some time and he didn't even attempt to lift the last one. He collapsed on the bed beside me, almost throwing me off balance. 

I poked him in the side, laughing. "Pst," I whispered, trying to hold back a few giggles. "You forgot one."

He groaned into the mattress and I laughed louder. "I'll get it later," he mumbled as he rolled over onto his side. 

I nudged him off the bed and pulled back the blanket. "You can crash here tonight." He looked at me skeptically. "Come on, I won't bite. I promise," I said as I turned off the lamp.