I was freezing as I lay in bed. The blanket failed to keep me warm. I slid the blanket off and planted my feet on the floor. I walked out of the bedroom to find the nearest thermometer. 43 degrees ugh no.
I rubbed my hands against my arms to keep them warm. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood in the middle of the room, trying to keep warm. After about 5 minutes of standing I decided to get back in bed and hoped that I could get the slightest bit warm.
I was about halfway asleep when my phone lit up. I moved my hand from underneath me and picked up my phone. It said I had a notification. It woke me up for that? *sigh*
Though, it did give me an idea. I opened up messages and texted Harry.
E: Hey, could you come over?
It took him a minute to reply.
H: Sure, why?
E: I'm cold...
He didn't reply after that, but I still had the conversation open and decided to look over all our messages. I was soon interrupted, though, by a knock at the door. I got out of bed and wrapped the comforter around me. I took my time walking to the door, though I unlocked it quiet quickly. Harry stood outside with sleep in his eye and baggy pajama pants, somewhat similar to mine. "Well its about time you got here." I jokingly said. My teeth had begun to chatter. "Heh." He laughed sleepily. I let him in. "Thank you for coming." I said.
"No problem. But why did you ask me to come over?" He asked. "Hmm?" I asked a bit confused as I wasn't completely sure what he was asking. "What way did you have in mind as to me helping you not be cold?" He explained. "Oh... um..." I stuttered, then just shrugged.
"Mhm." He said. I remained silent and we just stood there kind of awkwardly. "Well," Harry broke the silence, "I'm tired and I'm not sleeping on the couch. So if you want to sleep in your bed, you'll have to bunk with me." He said as he walked over to the bedroom.
I don't know why I was ok with this.
I followed, mostly because I didn't want to sleep on the couch.
I had put the comforter back on the bed and got in. Harry slid in next to me. I turned to where my back was facing him, in attempt to feel less awkward.
I soon felt so much warmer when Harry slipped his arm around my waist, then pulling me closer. I'm not going to lie, this boy still give me butterflies.
It was morning before I knew it. I had slept a lot better once Harry had came over. I rubbed my eyes to get the sleep out. I turned over to see if Harry was still here. I was hoping he would be, though I doubt I would feel any different if he wasn't here.
Turns out, Harry had stayed. He was still asleep, so I slowly slid out of bed to make sure I didn't wake him. I went to the kitchen to make breakfast. The fridge was just about empty. I have to go grocery shopping.
But I don't feel like changing to be honest.
I just got what was left of breakfast foods and decided to make as much as I could, considering it expired soon anyways.
Midway through making the foods, I felt a something around my waist. I looked down and saw arms. "What you making?" Harry's raspy voice asked as he set his head on my shoulder. "Breakfast."
"Well I figured that. I meant like, what foods." He said. "Heh, I know. Eggs, toast, orange juice, and some bacon." I replied. "Mm, sounds good." He said. It felt like he was falling back to sleep on my shoulder. "Are you tired?" I asked. "Yea, lil' bit." He said, but it came out more as a mumble. "Go back to sleep then." I suggested. "No." - "Why not?"
"Cause then I'll be in one place and you'll be in another." He explained. "So, what are you saying?" I asked him.
"We'll be apart, and I want to be near you."