Something I'm Not 2- History (Sequel)

Chapter 49

"Your birthday is next week, what do you want?" Harry asks as he sprawls out over his side of the bed. I cringe when it squeaks. I hope Phillip doesn't start thinking badly of me for everything that has happened tonight. Man I have a lot of fixing tomorrow..... or later today. It's 5 in the morning. 

"Nothing." I answer with a laugh and lay down in the bed with my back facing him. I tensed when he moved cause the bed was so loud. I could feel him behind me and knew I should tell him to get back on his side of the bed but knew it wouldn't happen. He was warm and it felt really nice right now. "Cmon, you have to want something." he says and I roll on my back to look up at him and frown. "Sanity would be nice." I say and he smiles down at me. "That's something I can't do." 

I point up to him with my finger though. "No cars or dogs though." I say and he laughs. "We have enough dogs, and I can lend you any of the 3 cars I own now. So no worries." he winks and I frown further. "3?" I ask and he nods. "I had to do something to distract me for a few minutes." he says and I raise an eyebrow. "A few minutes? What's wrong with you?" I half laugh and he shrugs. "What are you doing tomorrow?" he asks biting his lip and I shrug. "Nothing much. It's we might have a short practice session depending on how much of a hangover we will have." I rub my forehead that already had a slight ache to it. 

"Will you go to a wedding tomorrow evening?" he asks and then pauses. "Or this evening?" he corrects himself and I furrow my eyebrows. "A wedding? Who's wedding?" I ask confused and he shrugs. "My mothers." he sighs and loses his smile. "She wanted me to go. I wasn't going to unless you came with me." he says and lifts his eyes back to mine. I gave into the urge and reached my hand up to touch his face just because I couldn't believe how wore out he looked. 

"I was supposed to leave for my tour last week but we moved it to next week due to scheduling issues. So I could go if you went." he says and lifts his own hand to lay over mine. He pulled it down and twisted his hand around to lace his fingers to mine. It was a movement he snuck in without me noticing very quickly cause his eyes just seemed to glow. 

Is he just doing this as part of what I had said about him committing? Is this just an act that he'll blow?

"I'll go with you." I tell him and he kissed the back of my hand. "And can I fly you out to one of my concerts and sneak you back stage?" he asks and I just looked at him and wanted to laugh. He's cute. 

I lay my hand flat on his chest and push him on his back while curling up against his exposed side. He fit his arm around me and pulled me closer. "We can talk in the morning. I'm tired." I mumble into his side and he chuckles. "And hey Harry?" I continue. "Hm?"

"You're horrible at being just friends." I tell him and feel his stomach contract when he laughs. "It's something we can work at." he says and I kid you not, no more than 5 minutes later, he was knocked out. It didn't take long for me to follow afterwards. 

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I woke up at noon and walked into the bathroom and rinsed the metallic taste out of my mouth and took two tylenol for the slamming head ache. When I heard the bed squeak and then a thump I stepped out and saw Harry frantically thrashing. "Harry?" I ask and he fumbles to his feet and runs out into the hallway. "Harry." I say a little louder and he finally saw me and exhaled. "Don't ever do that to me." he says harshly and walks up to me, pulling me into his warm chest for a hug. "Do what? I was in the bathroom, Harry." I tell him and he tightens his grip when I tried to pull out from him. "I thought you had left me again. That shit freaks me out." he says muffled into my neck. 

"Everything is okay, I'm right here." I chuckle and look up at him when he lets go. He looked more worn out than last night. 

"You should go back to bed, you still look tired." I reach up and feel his forehead, it wasn't as warm as last night. "Does your head hurt? You want something?" I ask and he shrugs. "What are you doing?"  he asks wearily and I shrug. "Nothing. I just took something for my headache." I say and chuckle. "I didn't think you'd panic like that. Do you do that often?" I ask and he shrugs, looking down at the floor.