Drarry Oneshots

19| Insomnia Cookies

I've only been in this new city for a few weeks, but wouldn't you think that would be enough time to allow myself to readjust? To be able to get some sleep?

Well apparently not.

I was sitting out on the balcony of my apartment, waiting for the sun to go down, and waiting for another round of  restless 'sleep'.

I was losing my mind, really.

The sun still held its place, just barely above the buildings that made lines down the horizon. The suns light made their glass shine tones of orange and yellow and some hints of red.

Below me, the life was loud. The people were loud as hell, and the cars, oh lord help me, the cars were honking like pissed off geese.

All day and all night, just beep! Beep! Honk! Honk! HOOOOOOOOOONK!!

My sleepless lifestyle is attributed to those damn things.

A gust of breeze streaked by lazily, brushing my hair up, and off of my face.

I sighed in time with it going by, like I was the one who inhaled and exhaled the wind.

I was pretending to be a wind-breathing dragon when my phone rang.

I picked it up.
"Hey Ron,"

"Heya Harry, how's it going in the city?" Ron asked.

"It's... it's fine," I said slowly.

"Huh. Doesn't sound too fine to me," he replied.

I picked at my nails absently.
"I don't seem to be getting used to it,"

"Well it takes time," Ron said charitably.

"Two weeks?" I scoffed.

"If that's what it takes, then yes," he said.

"I can't sleep at all," I told him, "all I want is some decent sleep,"

"Have you tried those sleeping pills they have?" He suggested.

"Those don't work on me, you know that,"

"So if you aren't sleeping, what are you doing?"

"Laying in bed with my eyes open," I deadpanned.

There was quiet on Ron's side of the line.

Finally, "then why don't you go out and explore the city?"

I considered this.
"But I don't know anyone,"

"Harry, you idiot, that's the point, you'll meet people!" Ron laughed.

Maybe Ron had a point...

*  *  *

Nighttime comes slower when you're waiting for it.

Eventually it arrives and you find yourself trying to navigate the busy sidewalks all on your own.

If I thought I hated the cars when I was in bed, it was nothing compared to how I felt now, after being on the ground level.

I wanted to commit vehicular homicide, except it was my intent to literally kill the cars.

I never liked loud sounds, they triggered my anxiety.

Yet here I was, taking Ron's advice.

Groups of smiling people passed me, talking animatedly to one another and couples holding hands, enjoying their togetherness were everywhere.

It was in that moment that I realized that I was lonely.

Finally it got to me and so I ducked into the nearest store, not bothering to see where exactly I was going.