Adopted by Emma Watson.

t w e n t y - e i g h t

Days have been counting down quicker and quicker and it was already Emma's birthday, twenty-nine, insane. That means if I were her child she would've been eleven when she had me, but then I have to remind myself, she didn't, in fact, have me. That was all right.

I found that my feelings were deepening for her; dare I say, I was starting to fall for her? God it's dumb right? Like you can't love your caretaker? But I didn't even look at her like that; she was like a best friend. 

I had some school reading I needed to do, so I spent most of the night catching up on that, than instead of Harry Potter, I grabbed the Catcher and the Rye, I plopped myself down on the couch; quietly; Emma was sleeping. I flipped to the page I cornered and read it; the Tv was at a low volume, something stupid was playing like the news. 

Somehow I managed to make it through the whole book; Emma still asleep. She looked peaceful, she was so beautiful, God. It dawned on me that she has the whole world pining after her, and here she was just sleeping. Wonder if she needed a chiropractor carrying the weight of being the most attractive. 

I went up to grab another book when I felt a hand wrap around my wrist, I looked down to see Emma slightly smiling; she sat up motioning for me to sit down next to her. I did so, she pushed me back and laid down on my chest. I imagine she was listening to my heartbeat. Her warmth was something I didn't know I missed. 

I guess my other book could wait until tomorrow, because I felt like neither of us were going to get up. I felt her wrap her arms around my midsection, I wrapped my protectively around her. I could feel her body go limp; signaling she had fallen asleep. I didn't want to move, I didn't want to wake her up, but when my loud ass phone went off she jumped up. She pushed herself up steading herself by placing her hands on my stomach. 

I laughed at her state, she looked prettier even after waking up, damn. "What are you laughing at?" she yawned. 

"Nothing," I reached for my phone, checking the ID first, unknown, I put it back down. "Weird, no ID."

"Can I got back to sleep?" Emma asked. 

"Miss Watson did you suddenly forget you are the adult?"

"Oh yeah," she grinned. 

"Why don't we go upstairs? Bed's bigger," I suggested, she groaned before standing up almost falling over until I caught her. "Easy there Miss Watson, can't have you actually breaking a leg can we?" she laughed, pushing me away from her, "That's hardly fair! I just caught you."

"I can walk fine," she ran up the stairs, me following close behind.

"Did you forget that I play soccer," I said, running up behind her. She opened my bedroom door stepping inside. I felt my back hit the door, and her lips back on mine, I didn't even need a second, my hands found her waist, hers found my neck. When she finally pulled away, she rested her forehead on mine and grinned; her eyes still closed. "Don't think I could ever get tired of that."

"Oh yeah," she bit her lip, before going back in. After a long make-out session she grabbed my hand leading to my bed. No we didn't do anything, don't be a pervert.