Hibernal [h.s.] AU

6

chapter song^^ Fever- The Cramps

I woke up this morning missing home.

I miss my friends, I miss my apartment, I miss my bed, and I miss wifi. This shitty cabin has no service or internet.

When I tried to call Grace last night, before I went to sleep, the call kept dropping.

I made the mistake of thinking Harry would be any kind of help. I knew he was awake because our bedrooms share a wall. Unfortunately, my headboard is right against it, so I can hear all his fiddling and rustling with whatever he's doing at this time of night.

I knocked lightly on his bedroom door, not even wanting to disturb him, once I was standing there waiting. After no response, I was about to go back into my room until his door swung open.

The light from his desk lamp warmed the dark, small hallway. He was shirtless, had tousled hair as if he had been running his hands through it, and as always, he looked annoyed.

"It's the middle of the night, what do you-," he paused when his eyes moved down from my face.

I was wearing a white tank top and gray Calvin Klein briefs.

I was wondering why he was staring so hard at my chest until I looked down and immediately became flushed with embarrassment. My nipples were clearly hard and were terribly poking through my shirt. It was dark but not too dark to see them. I crossed my arms quickly to hide them, but I fear that just made it worse. Now they were just pushed together and showing way too much cleavage.

His lips parted just a little, enough for me to notice.

I cleared my throat to get him to look at my face again and away from my boobs. He licked his lips and tried to hide his reaction, but it was too late. He literally stopped mid-sentence from getting so distracted.

"You want a blanket or something?" he asks with a straight-face.

"Can you tell me the best place to go in this cabin for some cell service?" I ignore his question.

My eyes could not help but flash behind him to look into his room to see what he was doing. From what I could see, he was sitting at his desk with scattered papers everywhere. Red yarn string was thrown across the surface.

My view was blocked after a second because he leaned against the door frame and put his other arm out to hold the other side.

God, he's so tall.

"There is no service. Sorry sweetheart," he snipped. "Trying to call your boyfriend or something?"

"Ew, no. Not that it's any of your business, but I'm trying to talk to my best friend," I reply to his assumption.

He lifts a brow inquisitively as if he doesn't believe me. His eyes flicker to the male underwear I'm wearing and purses his lips.

"These are mine. I just buy them to sleep in. I don't have a boyfriend," I confess quietly.