Invisible String || H.S

Chapter 3

I wake to the sound of buzzing. I blink, my vision blurry from the contacts I forgot to take out the night before. I look in the direction the noise is coming from and see my phone lit up and buzzing against the glass of the coffee table. 

A quick glance tells me I have a few messages from Isabella and Ezra. I look to my right and see Harry still sleeping, his arms crossed idly over his stomach and his head tilted back resting in the crook of the couch where the arm rest and back connect. I debate waking him up but my moments soon stir him from his sleep. 

"Morning" he says as he yawns and lazily rubs his eyes. He runs a hand through his hair while he sits up, the blanket we were sharing falls from his lap. 

"Good morning" I respond with a small smile. I can only imagine how horrendous I look right now. My makeup is still on from the night before and my curls are sprawled around my head. I stand and lazily stretch. My neck sore from the position I slept in. I pick up the fallen blanket off the floor, resting it next to me on the couch. 

"Is it 11 already? I could've sworn we didn't sleep for that long" Harry says rubbing the back of his neck while looking down at his phone. I pick up my phone from the coffee table and it too confirms that it is indeed 11 in the morning. I scroll through the multiple texts from the night before. 

"Hey I'm with Chris and I'm alive and everything's good, I hope you made it home safe, please let me know" 

"Also, I think I'm in love with Chris, I'll update you tomorrow" read the texts from Isabella. 

I respond with a quick "yes I'm alive, sorry passed out after talking with Harry but can't wait to talk when you get home."

I scroll and see a text from Ezra from earlier this morning and my stomach fills with butterflies. 

"Hey, I'm so sorry about last night I don't know what happened or why the food I had earlier hated me so much. I'm feeling a bit better today but again so so sorry about last night. Promise I'll make it up to you." 

"Ez, you don't have to apologize for being sick I totally understand. Also, is it okay if I drop by later real fast to drop off some stuff?" I respond. I put my phone in my pocket and look up to see Harry also responding to texts off his phone. 

I run a hand through my curls and my hand immediately gets stuck, great. I grab the hair tie from my wrist and put my hair up in a bun. I feel my stomach growl and realize I have not had anything to eat except for the tea I drank last night after we got home.

"Want to go out for brunch? I know this little place near here that has the best French Toast I've ever tasted" I ask Harry. 

He looks up from his phone and a smile grows across his face as he nods his head. 

 "cool, I'm just going to change real fast and then I'll be right out and we can go" I say as a smile forms across my face.

Walking to my room I shut the door behind me as I go inside. Looking in my mirror I see that my mascara is smudged and my hair, even in the bun, has some flyaways. I walk to my bathroom and rummage through my drawers till I find my makeup remover and face wash. I quickly remove and wash everything off and then brush my teeth and take out my contacts. 

I walk back to my room, put on my glasses from my bedside table and then sort through my clothes, picking an outfit to wear. Quickly I strip out of my clothes from the night before and put on high wasted jeans, a white t shirt and a cream colored corduroy jacket. 

It's the middle of October so this should keep me warm enough during the walk over. Looking into my mirror, I take out my hair from its confinements. I generously put in some leave in conditioner hoping that it will help bring my hair back to life and put it back into a bun, some curls hanging down, framing my face.