blind. 2 | styles (hariana)

XXIX. The Sunshine Bores The Daylights (Out of Me)

You can really tell when I was writing during the early A.M. lmao enjoy :)

important note at the end regarding updates in the future

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~ Ariana ~

Harry hasn't stopped complaining about returning to Boston for the past twenty-four hours. His finals for the semester were within the next few weeks and in between his interning here he has done his school work but since he hasn't attended a lecture in weeks, he's fallen behind on some of the material and would need to talk to his professors beforehand. Following our impromptu date after the program had ended, we aimed to spend as much time as possible before he had to leave. Of course for the most part, I would try to leave him alone so he could focus on school and opted to check in on him every once in a while with lunch or a light snack. It allowed me to have time for myself to figure out what I would be doing in the near future. I figured I would try life out for the next year; as an English major who also minored in the performing arts, I figured it wouldn't be too hard to find a place to work in. I hoped it would be a nice job, one that I enjoyed.

"What the fūck is the trichromatic theory? What the–"

I glanced over my shoulder and smiled sympathetically towards Harry who was leafing through pages of his notes. He has a tendency of speaking to himself while studying, often cursing his lack of knowing something simple like where the frontal lobe of the brain was located or angering himself to push his memory back into his conscious well-being. I thought he looked adorable, the way his eyebrows furrowed while he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose if it started to slip off due to his restless behavior. He'd purse his lips so often or wet them and bite them or mouth the words to himself quietly while he nodded, looking at the page as if he were in conversation with the text. His hair eventually became a distraction too and so he tied his hair back to avoid his habit of mouthing at him hair. Harry seemed very concentrated on what he was studying but it was ill-concealed how doing so was eating away at his mental health.

"Shall I throw these away?" I asked Harry as I held up a pair of his underwear which was riddled with holes and and faint stains. "I reckon you can buy new ones when you return to Boston."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Harry dismissed me with a wave of his hand, having not removed his eyes from his notes he didn't bother to look at me nor his dirty underwear.

"What would you like to eat? I'm going to go out and grab some dinner for the both of us so I can busy myself while you study."

"Anything's fine."

"You know, I'm already doing your luggage for you and now I'm getting us dinner. The least you could do is look at me and not act as if I'm not in the same room as you."

I watched on as Harry dropped the papers onto his lap, sighing in aggravation as he fell onto his back on the pillows behind him. Covering his eyes with his arms, he let out a distressed cry, "I hate this. I hate it so much. I wish I didn't do the stupid internship; I'd probably be doing better."

He sounded as if he were nearly in tears and it upset me to see him that way, knowing all I could offer him was my support. I accepted his last comment with a grain of salt. It was most likely the stress talking, but still it was upsetting to hear. If it wasn't for him doing the internship we would not have been able to confront our situation face-to-face, sort things out, and mend the broken relationship we were left with. I didn't tell him as to not upset him any further and instead approached him silently. I moved his arm away and leaned forward to lay a gentle kiss on his forehead. His eyes were still shut but his breathing grew even and his body became more relaxed as I let my lips stay where they were.