camp cherry | hs

fifty seven

HANA

"Ouch..." is the first thing I hear when I wake up. Harry's voice is deep and croaky with sleep, and I open my eyes only to squeeze them shut as the light blaring through the windows practically blinds me.

"Harry?"

"Cherry? You awake?"

I hum in confirmation, and he suddenly sits straight, falling back when the intense dizziness hits him, but he does manage to flip over and lay his head on my stomach.

He's shirtless for some reason, and I'm missing a sock. I hear a shuffle from the floor, which turns out to be Ella hauling herself up by the desk and almost stumbling back to the ground.

"I'm so hungover, why do you do this all the time?" she groans, flopping at the edge of Harry's bed, who has now fallen back to sleep and is snoring lightly against my stomach.

"It's fun, not right now. My head kills," I complain, pressing my palm to my forehead and scrunching up my face.

"I'm going back to my cabin," Emily sighs, walking slightly clumsily due to her probable headache and exiting the room. The light illuminating the room was sharp and bright, so I surmised that it was probably around six.

By the time the breakfast bell rings, which causes me and Harry to both groan and cover our ears, it's just us, everyone else having left lazily in the past hour. I had fallen asleep and woken up to Harry naked, claiming that he was too hot and then going to open the door to let a breeze in before I loudly reminded that he had no clothes on.

"What are we doing today?" I mumble, our bodies tangled in a warm embrace as I wear Harry's sweatpants and shirt, feeling extremely comfortable.

"Whatever we want, except games after dinner by the campfire," he replies quietly, and I nod against him, stopping immediately when my headache only gets worse. "Want me to go get some Advil?"

"Yeah. Drop some off for Ella, please," I request. Harry nods dutifully and heads in the direction of Bella's office, having to avoid Amy's lustful gaze as he's shirtless and only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants.

He returns a few minutes later, two ice-cold Pepsi's and a packet of Advil in one hand, a tub of ice cream and two spoons in the other. "Snuck into the kitchen, I'll probably get banned from dessert but it's worth it."

"I know Bella didn't willingly give you those drinks."

"She didn't, I stole them, but I left her a nice note saying I'll buy her some more later," he chuckles, chucking himself backwards onto the bed and grimacing as he realises he probably just shook up the pepsi's too much to drink straight away.

"Dumb bitch," I shake my head bemusedly, popping out two Advil and swallowing them easily.

"Excuse you, I'm the nicest person ever, at least."

"Hm, doesn't change the fact that you're stupid, Harry," I tease, patting his cheek as he pouts playfully and cracks open the ice cream, handing me a spoon and taking a scoop of smooth chocolate.

"I'm gonna go to college next year."

"Really?" I ask in surprise; whenever I had brought up the topic of the future he had only talked about staying at the camp and me, then changed the subject of conversation.