Wildest Dreams ~~~ H.S

21.

I pull the sheets up to my neck, but they keep getting yanked away. Will Diana stop stealing all of the covers? I am getting cold. I grab ahold of them, but I don't let go this time. I have a strong grip when I feel her rip at the sheets. Ha! You're not getting them this time!

What time is it anyway? I sit up and check the small lit up clock right next to me. Wow, it's only 2:30. I lay back down and get comfortable. I rarely wake up in the middle of the night, but it makes sense because the thing that is supposed to keep me warm is constantly being pulled.

I close my eyes and try to fall asleep.

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I turn to my right side, not expecting to roll right into Diana. I'm sure she won't mind anyway. But something seems off. Why is she wearing Harry's strong cologne? I feel a strong arm wrap around me as I lean my head into her side. Diana smells like she is Harry. And feels like him. Whatever.

I get comfortable under her grip and open my eyes. I see two long legs crossed, wearing the same pants Harry wore yesterday. Wait a second. Why is Diana wearing Harry's pants, and why does it look like she switched legs with him? I blink twice and rub my eyes. I'm probably just confused because it's early morning.

But my vision doesn't change, in fact it gets more and more clear. I look further and see a white t-shirt. That is definitely not Diana. I glance at the hand that is wrapped around me, and that is not Diana either. The cross tattoo between the index finger and thumb catches my eye. 

That's Harry.

I swear I am dreaming right now, and I will wake up later. I know that Harry was sleeping on the small couch and Diana was the one who I shared the bed with. I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting to come back to reality, but nothing happens. I place my hand on Harry's chest and push down. He lets out a gasp for air, not expecting me to practically punch him in the stomach. Does he even know I'm awake? Because I am clearly not in a dream right now.

I move my head up and I see Harry's messy bedhead. He is reading the book that I left on the night stand. It was the one I read after my surgery. He notices that I'm looking at him, and he smiles. "Good morning! How are you?" I almost float up into space, because I don't know how any of this happened. Was that Harry who took all of the sheets last night?

I groan and nuzzle my face into his shoulder. "Tired." I mumble, trying to fall back asleep. But seriously, how did I end up sleeping next to Harry instead of Diana? I hear him chuckle and I lift up my head. I scan the room, and see Diana sleeping on the couch. 

Was I so tired last night that I confused Diana as Harry and Harry as Diana? I guess that was the case. I stare at Harrys emerald eyes as he reads the book. He is so pretty it's unfair. I still can't believe the fact that I am friends with him. He is one of the nicest people in the world, yet I somehow get lucky enough to be one of his best friends. I don't know what I would do without him, now that he's in my life. 

I jump when Diana leaps onto the bed. "How'd ya sleep?" She asks me, slipping under the covers. 

"Great. Except someone kept taking all of the sheets and wasn't leaving any for me! It was so cold." I look over at Harry, who's cheeks are turning red. It was him who stole them! I can't believe this man. I'm going to get him back one day. 

"Oops." Harry whispers, so only I can hear. I let out a soft laugh and turn to Diana, who is giving me the same smirk as usual. I know she wants me to ask about how she ended up on the couch, so I do. She's so lucky I do what she wants.

"When did you and Harry switch places?" I nudge Diana in the shoulder.

"Around 1am. I felt bad that Harry had to sleep on the uncomfortable couch. He was taller than the thing and his legs were over the arm rest. I was short enough to fit on it, but he wasn't. I thought we could switch so he would be able to get a better sleep. At first he was hesitant because you didn't give him permission but I insisted. He really needed to get a good nights sleep." I roll my eyes at her. I know that she planned all of this on purpose, and probably didn't care if Harry got a good nights sleep or not.

"Ah, Okay. I don't mind, but next time just wake me up and ask me." She smirks again stands up from the bed.

"So! What's for breakfast?" I rub my eyes and slam my face into the pillow. It's only 7am. I don't have the energy to get up or deal with Diana's antics. All she ever does nowadays is try to find a way for Harry and I to be closer or make sarcastic jokes that Harry will never understand. Normally he is good with jokes, but not with Diana's. Probably because they don't even make sense.

I sit up and rub my eyes one last time. You know what, I'm kind of in the mood to go out for breakfast. That's something I haven't done in a while. "Harry! Time to get out of bed, we are going out for breakfast!" I throw the covers off of him and take the book out of his hands.

"Hey! Give back the-" I cut him off by shoving him over the edge of the bed. He yelps as he lands on the carpeted floor. Good thing the bed isn't too far from the ground so he wouldn't be hurt.

"Time for breakfast!" Diana exclaims, jumping on the bed. She seems awfully excited. 

We all take turns to get ready in the bathroom and make sure we are all prepared. "Is everyone ready to go?" Harry asks, opening the door for us. We nod and walk towards the elevator. I didn't think about the fact that Harry was wearing the same thing as yesterday. I was able to lend some of my clothes to Diana, but I didn't have anything for Harry. 

I already know what's coming the minute we step out of the elevator.

Authors note:

hey luvs! i cant sleep right now so i decided to just write and post even though its 1:15am. i have a really funny idea for the next chapter lmao. also, make sure to check out Save My Life by
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