Darling [h.s]

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Song For This Chapter:

Only Human-Jonas Brother

"We gon' dance in my living room,
slave to the way you move
Hurts when I'm leaving you"

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Darlene's POV

"Sit" I command as I guide Harry in front of the fireplace in my apartment. 

Well, electric fireplace, but not the point.

I press on his shoulders to urge him to sit down on the floor as I turn the dial and crank the heat up even more.

Laying silently in the snow was extremely therapeutic, but neither of us were equipped with the right clothing to do it. Especially Harry, he won't admit it but he's freezing. I was the one who insisted on bringing him home. We were closer to my apartment which is why we're here now.

I'm cold too, but in the normal way you would be outside when it's snowing. You can't exactly bundle up every inch of exposed skin so my cheeks are rosy, my nose is red, and my sweatpants began failing to keep my legs insulated. I could have stayed longer, but when his hand reached out for mine as we laid down staring up at the sky, I could feel how ice cold they were through my own gloves.

I didn't even bother taking my shoes off when we walked through the door. Did I track in snow? Probably. But getting Harry warm was at the top of my priority list. I know, it's a bit dramatic but I can't help it. 

Once he complies and he's finally sat on the floor, I slip my feet out of my boots which makes him do the same. 

I already felt lighter now that those chunky shoes weren't weighing my feet down anymore. I let out a small breath of satisfaction from the feeling. But I quickly turn my attention back to the boy sitting by my feet.

Harry is already looking up at me when I turn my attention to him. After I pull the wool gloves from my hands, I reach down to grab his to see if they've warmed up within the minute he's been in front of the fire. 

Which they haven't...shocking.

His eyebrows furrow when I try to pull my hand away, "You're not gonna sit down too?" he exclaims with a dramatic pout to his lips.

"Maybe after you defrost a bit, yeah?" I tease, finally bringing my hands back to my sides, wiping them against my legs so the friction warms them back up a bit. I don't want to steal any of the warm air coming out, the vent isn't that big.

I appreciate my Mother even more for always having a fire going and a hot cocoa waiting for me when I came inside. It's something I wish I could give Har-

Wait, I can. Duh.

With my new realization I stalk away to the kitchen to put a kettle of water on the stove. 

My next mission was to dig through my t-shirts and sweatpants drawers until I found one of Harry's items or one big enough that he could fit into. Luckily I'm able to find a couple of options to choose from.

Moments later I'm standing in front of him once again presenting him with my findings,

"Go change before you catch a cold" I state softly, the green eyes that I've been missing so badly finally here to warm me up again.

"It's fine D, I'm-"

"Harry, your jeans are soaked," I begin softly scolding,  "that shouldn't even be considered a winter coat, your hands are ice cold, you weren't even wearing winter boots, and-"