Her Home, His Heart | ✓

☆*✿FIFTEEN (15)❀*★

♪♪ I see you in a different light, candlelight, moonlight

I see you in a different way through different eyes and it's so nice

I see you like I've never seen you before

The way I want to see you much more. ♪♪

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ[I see you in a different light] - [Chanté Moore]

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"Rise and shine, sleepyheads!" A cheery voice boomed, drifting Esmé into a state of consciousness. Her eyelids opened and closed back as a serious banging in her head followed the action.

A string of curses sprang up by her side, forcing Esmé's eyes to pop back open. She turned to her side with wide-eyed wandering who was beside her. Her eyes squinted at the sight of auburn hair spiralled over the place in a full-blown mess.

"Hermione?"

"Shut up." A muffled groan escaped from her lips, tucked in the fluffy pillow.

"Aww, don't be a sore hungover lass, Minnie."

Esmé turned to the direction of the voice to see Petra standing at the edge of the bed in all her glory with her grin that made Esmé sense another aching sensation in her head. She groaned and dropped her head back onto the bed. "Do me a favour and stop smiling for a little while, Petra." Her eyes closed with the intensity of the ache.

"Looks like someone else is nursing a hangover..."

"Speak one more time Petra and I promise the next time your parents see you, you would be six feet under!" Hermione groaned and flipped the pillow over her head to drown out any sound.

"Even if your superwoman brought a cure to your pain?"

Esmé and Hermione popped an eye open to notice the tray in Petra's hand. Esmé groaned and slowly sat up. "What's that?"

"Ibuprofen," Hermione muttered and sat up. She moved swiftly, snatching the tray from Petra's hand while glaring at her, "You're no superwoman."

Esmé took the time to squint her eyes round the room they were in. She recognized the white walls that had her cream vintage coloured wallpaper she had put up to give the room a better feeling of warmth. They were in her room, but how did they get there?

"Esmé?" Petra called out, drawing Esmé's attention back to the girls.

Esmé turned to see Petra's outstretched hand holding a glass of water and the pills. With a nod, she collected them and took the medication.

She raised her hands to massage her temple in hopes to ease the pain further. "You might not be a superwoman but you're a lifesaver," she commented with the little feel of ease she felt.

Petra grinned and wove her right hand in a humble dismissal despite her statement being anything but that. "Oh, don't stroke my ego too much. It's already up there."

Hermione groaned and lay back flat on the bed with her eyes closed, ready to resume her sleep.

"How are you not hungover? I'm pretty sure you drank more drinks than I did," Esmé spoke, resting her back against the headrest to take a full view of Petra.

Petra packed her caramel hair up in a bun neatly unlike Hermione's and hers that were a horrifying mess. She also switched her previous shimmery night's dress for a more casual one.