march 2018

"do we have to stay up just to watch the oscars?" (y/n) grumbled, following harry down the stairs with tom's old quilt and her phone in hand.

"yes. we always do this. mum's even staying up this year"

"yeh, but that's only because tom's presenting an award"

"still" harry tried to argue as the pair reached the bottom of the stairs. he was right: they always did this. harry, sam and (y/n) would always stay awake on oscars night to watch the awards. except this time, sam wasn't there.

harry and (y/n) joined nikki in the living room. she had been waiting for harry to set up the tv to watch the awards. harry began to do that while (y/n) dumped the quilt and went into the kitchen. she grabbed some drinks for the three of them and a few snacks, being as quiet as she could, remembering that paddy was fast asleep upstairs.

when she went back into the living room, nikki and harry were both sat watching the red carpet begin. nikki was sat on the smaller sofa, a blanket over her legs, whereas harry was on the bigger sofa, toms quilt over his body, waiting for (y/n).

"thank you" nikki smiled as she received her drink, politely declining a snack as well.

"cheers" harry smiled as (y/n) gave him his drink and she sat down next to him. he pulled the quilt over her body as well as she settled further down onto the sofa.

all three pairs of eyes were glued to the screen as they saw celebrity after celebrity walk up and down the carpet. finally, they saw tom, and nikki smiled proudly.

(y/n) seemed to snuggle down further into the quilt, if that was even possible, as more celebrities walk up and down the red carpet. her eyes slowly began to close as everyone entered the theatre and took their seats.

"hey," harry shook (y/n)'s leg, "tom's presenting"

"hum?" she groaned, looking towards the tv. her eyes were shut once again at the bright light, but she soon got used to the tv screen. she smiled slightly as she saw tom on the screen. once he left, though, her eyes shut again, her body fully laying down on the sofa, her legs crossed over on harry's lap.

hours later, (y/n) woke up laid in her new bed, her quilt carelessly thrown over her cold body. the silence in the house was almost deafening; the time was almost 5 am. the holland household would come to life in a little over an hour, meaning (y/n) had a peaceful hour to herself.

she's been doing this a lately, waking up and falling asleep at irregular times. she blamed it on jet lag, but it was something else. her arm reached up towards the bedside table, feeling around for her phone. a grunt escaped her lips as she came to no avail. quickly, she ripped the quilt off her body and swung her legs around to fall off the side of the bed.

the cold floor sent shivers racing up her legs, making her rapidly take her feet off the floor and tucking the quilt around herself. she sighed. she knew she wanted her phone, but there was no motivation in her actions. after battling with herself, she pulled the quilt off of her body and placed her feet on the floor again. she silently ran to the door and almost jumped onto the soft, carpeted landing.

today was gonna be a long day.