"Why can't you sleep?" I ask a simple question.
Silence, it only lasts a minute or two but feels like ages.
"Because everytime I close my eyes I see you leaving my bed in the middle of the night, I hear you breathing through the telephone, your sile...
Imagine the necklace way smaller and less curved -L
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My eyes slowly flutter open and it takes a while until I can finally take my surroundings in. The room is dark but not completely as the moon still provides some kind of light that bounces against the white walls, and as my vision adjusts I can see that the tv is still on but stuck at the end of the movie credits. I use my left elbow to slightly raise myself and everything hurts. My muscles are tense, my shoulder feels like it's burning and the side of my face is throbbing. With a loud sigh I sit up and close my eyes as I bring my upper body to my legs and touch my toes for some kind of stretch, as I can't raise my right arm due to the pain in my shoulder. I hold my breath as I'm stretching and finally release it when I straighten my back. I scan the bed to look for the remote to turn the tv off but the sight of a hand almost makes me jump out of the bed but I only let a gasp out. My heart skips a beat and my eyes are wide as I just stare at it like it had six fingers on it. But when I notice the collections of rings I am suddenly reminded of who is next to me. My gaze followed his arm, over his two tattoos before landing on his shoulder and finally his face. His eyes are closed, eyelashes slightly brushing the skin under his eyes. His other arm is propped between the pillow and his head, he looks really peaceful and relaxed. I narrow my eyes at the sight of bruised skin under his left eye just above his cheekbone and sigh as I turn my face to look out the balcony door.
I don't really know how that happened, but Harry is in fact sleeping next to me, on my bed and I'm not sure how I feel about it. I used to never have a problem with people sleeping in my bed, I used to sleep in the same beds as my friends all the time, boy or girl I didn't really care but now I only feel safe when it's with Devon or my cousins. But I guess that's changing too.
I glance back to his face then to his chest to see it slowly rising and falling with his slow breathing pattern, he is so quiet I almost thought he wasn't breathing for a second and I'm pretty sure he hasn't moved yet. I just stare at his relaxed figure for what seems like ages, not sure what to do but also not wanting to look away. I swallow with difficulty once I remind myself that if he were to open his eyes he would probably freak out at the sight of me, staring at him like a creep. Shaking my head I slowly shuffle to turn my back to him and grab the glass of water he brought for me earlier, feeling thankful because my throat is dryer than ever. I take a few sips and place it back down before throwing the comforter off my legs and bring my feet to the cold hardwood floor, a shiver immediately running up my body at the sudden change of temperature. I stand up, quickly glancing over my shoulder to make sure I didn't wake him up and finally walk out of the room. I make my way down the stairs in silence and begin hunting for my phone. I start in the living room and end up finding it on the island in the middle of the kitchen, a relieved sigh escaping my lips I grab the device and unlock it. I am relieved to find that I don't have any missed calls or unread texts, meaning that Devon was busy and probably went out tonight. I'm glad that she's in New York but I don't know how I'll be able to face her with my face looking like this, she's always been over protective of me and I just can't bring myself to tell her what happened over the phone. I glance at the top of the screen to see that it's only half past twelve and physically groan because I know that I won't be able to fall asleep anytime soon. I place my phone back on the island and sit on a stool, my body is still in pain because the medication Niall gave me probably wore off while I was sleeping, but I don't feel like doing anything about it. I glance down at the bandages on my hand and arm and sigh before looking away. I decided to start counting, because I know that if I start overthinking, I'll get lost thinking about things I'd rather not think about right now. I usually don't care to torture myself with the way my brain goes sometimes, but my body hurts too much right now to handle both. It's quite masochist when you think about it, but pain is the only way I can phantom the fact that I'm alive sometimes.
