Invisible String || H.S

Chapter 8

I'm pulled from sleep when I hear the soft roar of thunder followed by the sound of strong wind echo from outside the window. I slowly open my eyes, looking down I see an arm draped around my stomach and a leg lazily thrown over mine.

Turning my head I'm met with a face full of soft brown curls. Harry is still fast asleep. I turn my head back around, I snake my arm out from under Harry's and tap my phone on the night stand.

The light from my phone gives off a soft glow and I lift the phone to view the time. Only five in the morning, plenty of more sleep to be had.

Setting my phone back down, I nuzzle my face back into my pillow before I feel Harry stir beside me. He snakes his arm back around my stomach, pulling us closer again.

I feel the soft warm breaths he lets out as he sleeps, the warmth from him body quickly lulling me back into a deep sleep.

When I wake up again, the sun is peering out of an overcast sky and remnants of raindrops from the night before remain on the window.

I flip over to my other side, facing Harry. I'm met with green eyes beginning to open. He lazily rubs his eyes and manages to get out a sleep filled "morning."

"Morning" I respond, stretching my legs straight out to try and shake some sleep from my body.

"What time is it?" he asks, still laying down a hand lazily flung over the top of his bed head of curls.

Reaching over I tap my phone, its screen illuminating. "It's nearly ten thirty" I respond, turning back over to look at Harry.

He groans and throws the covers back over his head. Laughing I lift them and go under to join him.

"Any particular reason for the groan?" I ask, a smile dances across my lips.

"This bed is too comfy, I don't want to get up" he responds.

I laugh and lay back down. "Yeah I agree, lets just stay here and if Niall comes in looking for us we can just hide under the covers" I joke.

"Thats a brilliant idea" Harry says and I'm met with a smile that seems to illuminate the room, clearing the overcast feel the weather has brought.

"What time do you leave today?" I ask and the cheery mood quickly turns somber once the reality hits us both that he won't be here come tomorrow.

"Our flight leaves around four I believe" Harry says, lifting the blankets so that were no longer submerged underneath.

I give a small nod, looking away. Silence fills the room and after a minute I feel the bed shift as Harry rises, stretching as he walks towards his suitcase. Following suit I get out of the bed. 

Harry rummages through his clothes, picking out a grey hoodie, a black shirt and some jeans. "I'm gonna go change and freshen up real fast" he says while walking towards the door, clothes in hand. 

Hearing the door click I change out of the clothes Niall lent me for the night and put back on the dress and sweater from the night before. I unplug my phone and the screen once again comes to life. 

Three notifications pop up, two from Isabella and one from my mom. Reading the texts I respond to both, one wanting to know when I will be home and the other checking up on me. 

I'm scrolling through Instagram when I hear the door open. Harry strolls back in, tossing his pajamas into his suitcase. He then squats down and picks out a green beanie. 

"This bed head wont go away" he says shyly while throwing the hat over his head. 

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom and freshen up real fast before I leave" I state while walking towards the door.