BLAIR'S POV
When I woke up, I found Harry staring at me as his elbow supports his weight. I gasped and fell down the bed. I winced at the pain, and he panicked and ran towards me. I cursed underneath my breath. Good thing the floor of my room in this old house was carpeted in a deep maroon shade that almost looked like brown.
"Are you okay?" He chuckled and offered his hand. I grabbed it and he pulled me back on my toes. My eyes landed on the floor where I fell and saw my two pillows on the ground. I turned back to him with a furrowed brow.
"Did you sleep on the floor?" I asked him. He nodded softly.
"Why? I thought you slept on my bed with me. Are you not comfortable sleeping on the same bed with me? You could have told me, and I would have sleep on the floor so you could take the be
