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Homesick

Chapter 12

Harry's POV

The shine of the morning sun peaks through my curtains, literally blinding me. My normally enjoyable morning is replaced with a pounding headache and stabbing pain in my neck.

Migraine. Great.

I feel a noticeable dip in the bed and a soft sensation against my lips. It slowly brings me out of my fuzzy state and into reality.

I flutter my eyes open to see the most perfect silhouette, back lit by the golden sun, paired with the sweetest voice.

"Good morning Harry," Hazel smiles softly, brushing her fingers against my cheek.

"Morning beautiful," I grumble, grabbing her waist, gently, and pulling her into my chest.

She giggles at my sudden actions, but nestles herself into my neck. "Has your hangover hit yet?" She laughs.

I groan and squeeze her tighter to my bare chest. I can feel the vibration of her laugh and I can't help but smile. Her fingers begin tracing my tattoos and it almost puts me right back to sleep.

I could get used to this.

"Harry?" Hazel asks, placing a small kiss on my neck.

"Hm?" I hum in response.

"I need your help with a project today for my photography class. Will you be feeling up for it?" she asks.

"Babe, I would love nothing more than to help you... later. Right now, I want to enjoy this moment before my hangover ruins it," I whisper, placing a gentle kiss to her hair.

"Ok," she whispers back. I can't see her face, but I know she's blushing.

She's so beautiful when she blushes.

After about ten minutes, I feel Hazel's body shift. She sits up in my bed, and I figure it's time I do too.

I place my hand on my head, trying to numb the throbbing as I sit up.

I hear a faint laugh from Hazel, who clearly failed at hiding her amusement.

"Not funny," I groan.

"Aw, Haz," Hazel smirks, "are you not feeling all lovey dovey anymore?"

I lightly hit her arm, gaining another light laugh out of her perfect lips.

She reaches over to my bedside table and grabs a silver water bottle and two white pills. I carefully take them from her, down the excedrin and drink a good amount of water.

"Thank you," I mange, passing the bottle back to Hazel.

Hazel's POV

"You're welcome," I smile at him, hoping I'm hiding my thoughts well.

I can't stop thinking about what Emma whispered to me last night at the Halloween party. Her stupid voice, that can be best compared to windshield whippers on dry glass, is replaying over and over again in my head. All I can hear is her saying, "Enjoy this while you can Haze. Soon, he'll either be mine or wish he never met you. And if I'm lucky, both."

Every time I think about her damn words, my blood boils. How dare she? She's so obsessed with ruining my life and I don't see the fucking point.

I can tell Harry isn't fooled by my fake smile anymore. He pushes a curl behind my ear and looks at me with concerned filled, emerald eyes.