More Than 1Dead [h.s] (R)

Empty bed

Cerys' P.O.V:

I woke up from my deep slumber as I heard the sound of someones feet padding up the stairs. I was alone and quite cold, lying under the covers of our bed. Harry made me sleep here by myself last night and didn't want to wake me up by coming to bed. I missed the heat and warmth of him cuddled up beside me and I miss listening to his raspy morning voice as he wakes. I was awake but I didn't open my eyes, they were still sleepily closed shut. I didn't want to open them otherwise the bright morning light would probably blind me.

Whoever it is, is coming this way towards mine and Harry's room. It's probably Harry since he didn't sleep in this bed last night with me. I stayed still and pulled the covers over my head, trying to get as much heat and block out as much noise as possible. I hate mornings unless I'm beside Harry.

I heard the door slightly creak open signaling that whoever it was came inside the room. Light footsteps were pressed to the carpet but suddenly stopped. It was probably Harry staring at me as he always does. He was probably questioning why I was in a ball under the covers.

The bed dipped at Harry's side and a groaned as the cover slipped down off my shoulder. I put my hand out and rested it on Harry's knee and rubbed it telling him I was awake since I couldn't be bothered to open my eyes. He shuffled a bit and I wondered why. I ran my hand up his torso and to his hair. It didn't feel the same. It wasn't as long and it wasn't curly and his face wasn't as smooth.

"Harry?"

This wasn't Harry.

I pulled the cover back and opened my eyes, blinking a couple of times to help my eyes focus. That's when I looked up and realized it definitely wasn't Harry. His eyes widened when I saw him and panicked but then softened and smiled.

"Louis, what are you doing? I thought it was Harry" I asked and shuffled back to the head board to create more space between us.

"Shhh. Don't panic. I just came to ask you some questions" He rushed.

"Louis I- what about?" I'm so confused right now. Where on earth is Harry?

"Well, you might want to get some clothes on first" I looked down and realized I was only in my bra and knickers. I blushed and grabbed the cover pulling it over my exposed body. Louis just chuckled.

"Shit-Lou, I umm.. carry on, sorry" I was so embarrassed but Louis didn't seem to care. He just chuckled at me. I swept the hair out of my face and sat up a bit more.

"It's fine, love. I was just coming to ask you if you know anything about why the Macifers are going to have a battle with us" He got in a more comfortable position on the bed but didn't sit too close to me.

"No, why would I know?" I asked. I felt angry that he would even presume I knew something about it. I have nothing to do with it.

"Well I just-"

"You think this is my fault?" I interrupted him.

"No of course not, it's just I thought maybe-"

"You're a liar. You think that I did this? You know what? Its fine. Yep everything is my fault, I obviously did something to the Macifers while I've been sitting here at home or going out with Harry. Yep, it's got to be me since I haven't seen them since the last time they came. It's all my fault, sorry" I sneered sarcastically. He thinks it's me and I know it. I'm so angry right now it's unreal. How could he even have one tiny thought that it could be me, that I'm the reason they want to start a battle.

He huffed and rested his hand on my arm to calm me. He was clearly wanting me to be quiet since I was shouting and Harry would probably come upstairs if he heard me. I shook his hand off me and scowled at him.