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Safe Haven

Waking Up Is Hard To Do

*Autumn’s POV*

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! I could hear my alarm, but I was hoping Kelsey would get up and turn it off for me. I had barely slept all night and I had no intentions of getting out of bed today.

“Autumn! For the love of all things holy, PLEASE turn that darn thing off!”

“Never,” I mumbled. The alarm continued to beep.

“Ugh!” she groaned and got out of bed. There was a hard whack! And the beeping stopped. I buried my face deeper into my pillow and pulled the blanket up higher to shield my eyes from the beams of sunlight pouring through the window.

“Oh, no, no, no. You are not doing this, missy. Get up,” she demanded.

“No.”

“Yes! You are going to put on your favorite outfit and march into that class, and look Niall right in the face and show him what he’s missin out on!”

“Do not mention his name. I’m not going. I don’t want to see him.”

Silence. Good, she gave up, I thought to myself, Now I can sleep all day and-
“AHH!” Kelsey grabbed my legs and attempted to pull me off of the bed. “Let go of me!”

“Not…until…you…get out…of bed!” she yelled between tugs.

I held on to the bed frame for dear life and tried to kick her off. Just as I was about to lose my grip, she gave up. Thank God.

“Fine! I’ll just find another way to get you out of bed,” she said ominously.
I waited for her to try pulling me again and braced myself, but she never did. I heard her shuffling around and getting ready for class, tapping away on her phone the whole time. When she finally left, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Finally some peace and-

*Knock, knock* well, so much for that. “Go away!” I shouted.

“Autumn, it’s me. Your favorite person in the whole wide world!” Harry. I should have known he would show up sooner or later. For some reason, a part of me actually didn’t want to spend the day alone, and Harry always knew how to cheer me up. “Come on, love. Open the door. I brought you something!”

I reluctantly rolled out of bed and made my way to the door. On the way there I caught my reflection in the mirror: messy hair, puffy eyes, and still wearing yesterday’s clothes. With a sigh, I opened the door to let him in. I was immediately greeted with a warm hug and a kiss on my forehead. He started to let go after a while, but I refused to loosen my grip. As soon as I heard the door shut I started to cry. And it wasn’t just silent tears, it was like full on sobbing. Snot was dripping out of my nose and salty tears soaked the front of Harry’s flannel shirt.

“Shh, shh. It’s okay, Autumn. You’re okay.” He repeated these words over and over again, holding me and rubbing my back like a mother comforting her child after a bad fall on the playground. When I finally ran out of tears, we moved on to my bed to sit down.

After sitting in silence for a few moments, I felt warm mug being placed into my hands. “W-what is this?” I asked.

“Told you I brought you something. It’s my favorite tea in my favorite mug. You should feel special! No one else has the privilege of even touching that mug, and I – being the kind person that I am – have let you drink out of it.”

“Harry…why can’t all guys be as sweet as you?” I asked as I leaned my head on his shoulder and took a sip.

“What can I say? I’m one in a million!” I looked up at him, showing off his dimpled grin, and smiled for the first time today. “Now are you going to tell me what happened last night? Kelsey said you wouldn’t talk to her at all last night….”

*Sigh* I guess he deserves to know since I covered his shirt with snot and tears. “He invited me over…but when I got there that stupid blonde from Starbucks told me he was ‘busy’. And by busy she practically meant she was hooking up with him. She wasn’t even wearing real clothes! All she had on was a guys’ shirt and underwear!”

“Hmm…that doesn’t make any sense. Why would he invite you over, only to flaunt another relationship in your face?”

“Exactly! I don’t know!”

“Have you tried talking to him? Has he tried talking to you?”

I shrugged and reached over to grab my phone. 13 texts and 6 missed calls. Oops. I showed Harry the screen and he scrolled through all of the messages. “Autumn, there has to be another side to this story. He clearly wants to explain, so you should talk to him.”

“But I don’t want to!” I pouted. Gosh, I sound like a three year old.

“Well, that’s too bad because we,” he got up and reached out his arm to help me out of bed “are going to get you dressed, grab some breakfast, and get to class!” I almost forgot that we had British Lit at 10. Luckily, we still had almost an hour before class would start. If this hadn’t been only the second week of school, I would have considered skipping, but right now it’s just too risky.

“Okay, fine. But I get to choose what we eat!”

“Well, then I get to choose what you are going to wear!” Oh, dear.

He made me turn around and close my eyes while ruffling through my dresser and picking an outfit. Surprisingly, he knew exactly what I wanted: something comfy and black. I changed in the bathroom, washed my face, re-applied my makeup, and threw my hair up into a bun. I still kind of looked like a zombie, but at least now I was a zombie with clean clothes.

We picked up some food from Dunkin Donuts and ate on our way to class. Which would have been extremely boring if Harry hadn’t been head over heels in love with Professor Wollstone. After lecturing for about thirty minutes, she gave us time to do independent work. Something about writing a research paper on our favorite Shakespearean poets.

“Isn’t she lovely? Isn’t she wonderful?” Harry sang.

“Are you really singing Stevie Wonder right now?” I tried to contain my laughter. People were starting to give us dirty looks for being too loud.

“You have to admit, I’m pretty talented, aren’t I?” I couldn’t lie, he did have a really good voice from what I just heard. It’s funny, I wouldn’t have expected that from him. Almost like how surprised I was that Niall- wait, no. I’m not going to think about him or that day we spent in New York. It never happened…no matter how wonderful it felt at the time.
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After class, I went to Harry’s dorm and we ate the leftover spaghetti while watching old cartoons. When the time came for me to leave for Intro to Film, I started to panic. “Harry, I think I’m feeling a little sick. Maybe I ate too much. Oh well, I guess I can’t go to class,” I fake pouted.

“Oh, no. You are going to that class and you are going to talk to Niall. Don’t give me that look!”

I tried to convince him to let me go back to my dorm for the rest of the day, but he insisted on walking me to class on the way to work. Once we arrived at the classroom door, I turned to thank him and he gave me a quick squeeze before he left. “Call me later, yeah?”

“Ok.”

Before I began to have second thoughts, I swung open the door, almost hitting my professor in the face. “Well, I’ve never met someone so eager to get to class. Please, take your seat Ms. Summers.”

“Sorry, sir.” I quietly shuffled to my seat, sitting and waiting for the dreadful moment when Niall would walk through the door.

Today should be interesting.

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