Masochistic Sonder | 𝐻𝒮 | Harry Styles

Chapter Twenty Five: What You Heard

Chapter Twenty Five: "What You Heard"

Is it possible to know that you've just had the most comfortable sleep of your life?
That rarely happened.

I was slowly trying to drag myself out of sleep, a quite thundering echoed in my right ear, I sighed knowing I fell asleep on my right side- my face wasn't that symmetrical- just like any other human being- but sleeping on that side just made it worse for my facial proportions.

I lazily rolled my tongue into my mouth trying to open my eyes, I still wanted to sleep a little but the sleep I had that night was way more than enough.

"When did you get up to send a message to—Harry?" I heard a smooth deep voice murmur.
Why was my mind asking me those questions?

I moaned smothering my face onto something that felt like someone's chest, then it hit me: it was William's chest and I instinctively touched and caressed his chest as I tried to stand up slightly.

"What?" I slowly opened my eyes, to then quickly turn my head to the left to yawn and as I looked back I furrowed my eyebrows at the light, I could hardly make out some of William's features.

Once I could, my eyes fell onto his hands that held my phone, I leaned towards him quickly giving him confused look to then glimpse to my phone's screen.
He was reading through the messages of me and Harry, they weren't that many- just me saying good morning and inviting him to have breakfast with me.

"Give me back my phone and second of all how do you know the password?" I asked blinking repeatedly in confusion as I leaned over trying to grab my phone. He did not complain but instead, he suspiciously handed it back to me with a smile on his lips.

He looked at me lovingly and slightly loudly whispered, in surprise: "Sweetheart!"

"I wish you'd stop calling me that."
I turned around looking away and I shrugged off his embrace, I turned my phone off, to then stand up then throw it onto the bed.

"Okay look, I know you like me, so if you want to kiss me I might let you," he said, I turned around giving him a dirty look.

"On the contrary, you're the one that calls me sweetheart this early in the morning when I look this unpresentable, so if you want to kiss me I might let you," I pointed out as I was heading towards the bathroom.

"Believe whatever you say, princess!"

"Watch me," I argued back.

"Anyways, so the lucky guy's Harry," he whispered fidgeting with my phone in between his right hand, he turned to look at the back that had multiple camera lenses.

"What? No, I'm not interested in anyone."

"But I seem to know exactly what type of person he is," he said looking up to me then back to my phone, he slowly dropped it on my side of the bed leaving it where I initially threw it.

"Really?" My eyes widen and my eyebrows raised in amazement; if he could read the type of person I was and know things about myself I barely knew, he could have told me all about Harry.
I hated Harry's mysteriousness.

"You like that, right?" He asked teasingly, his voice soothing made my skin shiver as he glimpsed up towards me with a serious look on his face.

I looked down embarrassed shrugging my shoulder and asked him in confusion: "what exactly? I just asked to make sure."

"You want to know all about him so that later on you can know the reason of his suffering- when he does suffer- without having to try to figure out why and it will just be you delighted in comforting his uncontrollable truths. It sounds pretty masochistic, does it?" he asked with a rich silky tone, his words were sweet in their ordinary sort of way, richness in his tones – luxuriousness and warmth.