bridges [h.s.]

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟

It's the way I wrote this because one person told me to. So, Shels? This one's for you.

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I'm not comfortable, no, I just can't seem to feel at all.

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It's night time by the time Harry decides to show up again, but he brought Taco Bell.

I rip the bag from his hands and hobble off to the kitchen. I pull out the Cheesy Gordita Crunch he got and start to much on it.

I'm three bites in when I notice Harry giving me a death glare from across the counter.

"What?" I mumble with my mouth filled with taco goodness.

"That was mine," he deadpans.

"Oh," I glance down at the now half eaten taco and hold it out to him, "You want the rest?"

He scoffs at my gesture before reaching in the bag and grabbing a boring crunchy taco.

And to think he was going to give that to me, rude.

I happily finish the taco and three other crunchy tacos before I'm officially full.

It probably wasn't the best idea for me to eat that much Taco Bell, it's not good for me, and it's not the best for anyone surrounding me.

I head up to my room and plop down on the bed, I have been so bored today I just can't take it anymore.

I cross over to Harry's room, where he disappeared to way before me.

I don't bother to knock because I'm an absolute idiot.

I waltz right in like I own the place and see Harry laying down on his bed working on his laptop while some glasses rest upon his nose.

A laptop I didn't know he had, since he didn't grab anything when we rushed out of the house.

He looks up at me, waiting for me to say or do anything.

"I'm bored," I sigh plopping myself onto his bed on top of his legs.

"And you're getting bold," he says clearly annoyed, moving his feet from under me, then pushing them into my side to throw me off the bed.

I drop to the ground with a loud thud. I peek my head back up towards the bed to see Harry going straight back to what he was doing previously.

"What're you doing?" I pester him.

"None of your business, go away," he mumbles.

I slowly crawl back into the bed, super gracefully, and sit next to him. I glance over at his screen, but I don't get a good look at anything because Harry slams his computer shut in my face.

"The fuck do you want?"

That was kinda hot.

"I told you! I'm bored!" I exasperate, sliding down the bed til my head hits the pillow.

"I don't know what you want me to do for that."

I sit up, and crisscross my legs and place my hands in my lap.

"Anything! I've been here all day! No wifi, no TV, no nothing, please I'm desperate!" I plead with him.

Harry just stares at me, seeming so done with my entire existence.