how can you mend a broken heart

                                    

                                          

tw: brief mention of drug and 
alcohol addictions   rehabilitation 


Sydney 
The sudden sound of my alarm made me jump out of my skin. I sat upright in my bed, and leant over to turn it off. 
10.00 am 
I slumped back into my bed, Harry next to me. If I'm honest I couldn't remember much from my sleepy state, except Harry carrying me into bed last night. 
"Too early." Harry tiredly groaned, his arms wrapping tighter around me. His voice sounded raspier in the morning, it was very sexy. 
I smirked under his grip, trying to twist around to face him. He wasn't having any of it though. His face buried into the crook of my neck, as he left small kisses on my collar bone. 
"Harry I have to get ready to go out." I giggled, trying to push myself away and climb out of bed.
He pulled me tighter, and started kissing up my jaw and towards my cheeks. His body moved so he was on top of me, now kissing my lips softly. 
I couldn't resist, so I kissed him back and wrapped my fingers into his messy curls. I pulled them gently, and he groaned into my mouth. 
I smiled, and quickly pulled away, "Now I really have to go. If I don't, we'll be in bed all day." 
He stayed grinning at me, but as I sat up to get out of bed a frown pulled on his lips. I threw my legs over the side of the bed, and stretched my arms up. 
"I'm thinking staying in bed is the better option here." He smiled, sitting up and leaning his 
head on my shoulder from behind me. 
"Trust me I wish I could, but I haven't seen my mother in months. She'll kill me if I don't see her today." I huffed, leaning against him. 
"Okay but I wanna drive you there okay?" He asked, and I smiled before turning around and giving him a quick kiss. 
"Okay, thank you." 
I stood up, and went into my living room as Harry flopped back into bed for a few more minutes of sleep. I quickly went to grab mine and Harry's suitcases, and rolled them back into the bedroom so we had access to all our clothes. 
Once I was back in the room, I saw he had drifted off back to sleep. He looked so peaceful, lying between the thick white duvet. His eyes were a little swollen and wet from sleep, but he looked perfect. 
I leant down and grabbed my tooth brush, and toiletries. Quietly, I moved into my en suite and turned on the shower. I placed my toiletries bag on the counter, and began to brush my teeth. 
I finished, climbed in the shower and let the cold, fresh water wake me up for the long day ahead of me. 
I prayed that my mother didn't ruin this joyful bliss I had been experiencing for the past few weeks. I'd been riding out this high ever since New Years, and I hoped that she would just be happy for me and celebrate that.
But usually in my case, hope was for suckers 
I stepped out the shower, wrapped my body in my fluffy towel and walked back into my bedroom. Harry was sitting up on my head board, scrolling on his phone.