angel. h.s ✔️

twenty four.

       

I groaned as my eyes fluttered before I rubbed my face and opened them properly, the first thing I noticed was how warm I was, then it was how dark the room was.

I glanced around seeing the curtains still open even though it was dark outside and the TV was stuck on the 'Are you still watching?' page, I could hear very faint sounds from the kitchen that sounded like radio and I glanced down at myself.

I was still wrapped up in my blanket but I was now half way down the sofa laying on something that could only be described as firm but warm and soft.

I twisted myself tighter into my blanket in an attempt to conserve the warmth as I twisted my head and I paled.

I was laying on Harry.

Or rather, I was twisted around Harry who still had his feet up on the table but was under the blanket with me one arm throw over the back of the sofa behind me and the other around my waist as I discovered once I'd raised the blanket ever so slightly.

How the fuck did this even happen? And how long had we been asleep?

"Oh good, you're awake."

I jumped as Mum appeared in the doorway and I glanced at Harry worried that I'd woken him but I was relieved to find he was still asleep, snoring lightly.

"I was coming to tell you dinner's almost ready. Is he staying?" Mum asked and I smiled half heartedly at her, I had no idea how to wake Harry up or how to get him to leave without being rude or offending him.

"I have no idea." I admitted, rubbing my face awkwardly. "I don't know when we fell asleep." I told Mum who just raised her eyebrows.

"Who even is he?"

"Harry." I said, freezing as I felt Harry shift under me and I glanced at him before looking back wide eyed at Mum who was trying to stifle her laugh as she lent against the door frame.

"Wot about me sunshine?"

I was sure my heart was going to beat out of my chest at the sound of Harry's voice, it was deeper than it usually was and much more gravelly. I supposed that's what he sounded like first thing in the morning as well and the thought sent my stomach into a spin.

"Sunshine."

Mum mouthed at me and I rolled my eyes as I tried to sit up properly, only to have Harry's arm tighten around me and I blushed even though my blanket covered the action.

"Harry." I almost whispered as I watched Harry's eyes blink open and he looked at me before looking around and I watched as his eyes landed on my Mum and it was almost comical as his eyes widened.

"Hi." Mum grinned and I groaned, why was she like this?

"Hi Ms Tate, m'arry."

I cringed, why was Harry like this?

I sat up properly and moved off him completely, biting my lip to stop the pain in my core from showing on my face as I stood up from the sofa and stretched, turning the TV off with an easy click of a button.

More importantly though, how the hell did Harry know my last name? I was pretty sure we'd never used them, but then again he didn't mention the fact I knew his so I had to return the favour.

"I'm making porcupine casserole for dinner, would you like to stay?" Mum asked and I shot her a look, hoping that Harry couldn't see it as I tidied up our tea stuff.

"May?"

I glanced over my shoulder at Harry who was looking at me and I quickly realised he was asking if it was alright with me and my heart thumped at the realisation.