Mercy (H.O.)

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"I'd drive through the night
Just to be near you, baby
Heart open, testify
Tell me that I'm not crazy"

-Shawn Mendes

You stared at the ceiling, daring your body to fall asleep. Lightning crackled and illuminated the room. You looked over at Harrison, wishing you could sleep as peacefully as he was. You jumped as the thunder rattled the windows of your apartment.

Harrison started to shift and you froze. You didn't want to wake him up. He had been flying all over the world with Tom and he needed his sleep. He would be upset in the morning if you let him sleep while you stayed awake, but he looked to peaceful to wake up.

Another bolt of lightning struck, quickly followed by a clap of thunder. You sighed and carefully climbed out of bed. You pulled your blankets back to the pillow, trying to keep Harrison asleep. You crept out of the room and partially closed the door before continuing to the kitchen. You flicked on the lights, grabbed your laptop, and made your way to the couch.

You tried to find you headphones without turning on any more lights, but gave up after a couple minutes. You pulled up a couple of game on your computer, hoping they would make your eyes tired enough that you could fall asleep.

After 20 minutes, you brain was still wide awake. You changed games. Again. You heard a soft creak from the hall but figured it was Monty getting some water.

"(Y/N)?" You looked up.

"Go back to bed," you instructed gently. He ran his fingers through his hair before stumbling over to you and flopping onto the couch.

"What are you doing up?" He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him.

"I couldn't sleep."

"I told you to wake me if you couldn't sleep," he reminded. "And I meant it."

"You've been traveling, Haz. You need your sleep. You were exhausted when you got off the plane."

"You still could've, and should've, woken me," He mumbled. He ran his fingers through his hair again.

"Because you're doing such a great job of staying awake now?" you teased.

"Shut up." He wrapped his other arm around you and pulled you into his chest, stretching both of you across the couch. You heard Monty's nails on the floor before his head worked its way under Harrison's arm.

"I think Monty is feeling left out."

"What about you?" Harrison asked. You didn't answer as you scratched behind Monty's ears. "(Y/N)? Do you feel left out when I'm traveling with Tom?"

Harrison moved a strand of hair behind your ear. You could feel his eyes watching every move. You wanted him to have fun with Tom and see the world. You didn't want to deny him some amazing opportunities.

"(Y/N)?"

"Maybe a little," you finally answered.

"A little?"

You sighed. "It's like he's kidnapped you. The only way I've gotten to see and talk to you is over the phone and FaceTime."

"You could've said something." He gave you a gentle squeeze and kissed the top of your head.

"I'm proud of him and glad that he's taking you with him, to keep him grounded and to have a friend with him. And I'm happy that you get to be on the sets and meet people-"

"But you miss me." You nodded. "I can stop going with him."

"No!" You pulled away from him. "Harrison, I don't want to stop you from learning about filmmaking and all that goes with it. I just want to spend more time with you."

He was silent for a moment before a smile started tugging at him lips.

"How about we have a date day tomorrow? We can go out for breakfast, or lunch depending on what time we wake up, then go and do whatever sounds fun. Then we can have dinner and go for a late night walk, or whatever you want."

"That sounds perfect, Haz," you mumbled. He pulled you into his chest and laid back on the couch. You could feel your body relaxing and your eyelids getting heavy.

"(Y/N)?"

"Hm?"

"Do you want to go back to bed?"

"Nah. I'm comfy right here," you mumbled.

"Of course you are," he laughed. He pulled a blanket over the two of you and gave you a gentle squeeze. "I love you, (Y/N)."

"I love you too, Haz."

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