Lennon is nineteen and Harry is twenty when he shows up on her doorstep at one o'clock in the morning.
They haven't shared a bed in six months.
Harry looks so, so tired. He's all pale skin contrasted with harsh colors; his eyes are bruised violet underneath, his lips are chapped to a raw red, and his usual glowing irises are a dull, forest green. There's sadness in the slope of his shoulders, how he meets Lennon's eyes and just stares.
Lennon knows the curve of his collarbones better than she knows her own body, but she still doesn't recognize this boy.
"I can't sleep," he says.
Lennon steps outside onto the porch, closing the door gently behind her. "Eli is here."
"I need you. Please, Lennon. Come back to bed."
And that's all it takes. The way his lower lip quivers and his voice cracks with the very last syllable is enough to make Lennon drop every single part of her life and follow him back to his car, leaving only a note on the back of a Chinese takeout menu as an explanation.
Eli - I'm with Harry. Be back soon. Laundry should be ready Tuesday. xxx
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Still Sleeping Next To Me
RomanceThis is NOT my story, this belongs to xcalliex but she has deleted it along with her other novels. I uploaded this because it is a beautiful book, and other people wanted to read it. Just a heads up for some readers, I am willing to take this book d...
