euphoria. (hs)

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Harry gave up after ten minutes of stadning outside the door. I sat there basking in the queitness with the only sniffles of my nose being clogged up as the sound. I sat there for an hour just moping around. I don't even know why I'm taking this to the heart any way. 

Hell if I was in Harry's position I'd say the same thing. 

I got up from the floor and stepped out of the room. I opened the door to see harry falling back. He looked up at me laying down on the floor. "Hey." He said tiredlessly. "Hi." I mummbled staring down at him. 

"I'm sorry." "No I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up." "No, no I shouldn't have said what I said. Obviously I hurt you and that wasn't my intention." "Then what was your intention?" I questioned. He shrugged, "I just think that we shouldn't be thinking about marriage so soon. Especially when we haven't known each other for so long." 

I nodded my head agreeing. 

"C'mere." He said patting his lap. I complied getting on the ground. He scooted me closer and brought my head on his shoulder. "Let's just focus on us, like the present us, forget our past and not worry about what the future has in store for us." "Okay." I answered simply. 

Harry kissed my forehead and nuzzled his body closer to mine. 

I closed my eyes just wanting to savor this moment. Though Harry likes to act like a cold hearted bitch sometimes, his enormous heart over powers it. 

Harry and I cuddled on the floor for awhile. All the thoughts kept swarming in my head and I just needed an answer to one of them right now. 

"I know we agreed that we weren't going to think about the future but I need to know what you think it's going to happen to us?" I questioned. Harry sighed shaking his head in displeasure.

"What do you mean?" He asked his tone slightly showing his annoyance. "Like say in a year, what do yiu think will happen. Will we still be together? Will we-" "I don't know Lace, I can't predict the future." He mummbled trying to make distance between us. 

"Harry just give me your honest opinion." I demanded. "For fuck's sake Lace, I, don't, know." He talked to me like I was a toddler being told no more cookies. I rolled my eyes in response scooting away and getting up from the floor.

"Don't be like that." He called from the floor. I turned around and glared at him, "Then stop being such a dick." He rolled his eyes, "You're sounding so clingy right now and it's getting annoying." He answered. I began to walk away trying to fake a laugh. "I don't know how being curious would fit in the same category as being clingy but let's be honest here I don't even know why I am trying with you." I spat sitting on the sofa. 

Harry stomped out of the hallway and stared down at me, "You're just saying that because you're jealous that your friend got proposed to and you didn't." "I am not!" Harry laughed out loud. "It's so obvious that it's sad." I scoffed looking away. 

"Has it ever occured to you that first comes love, then comes marriege." "Obviously dick face so what are trying to get at?" "That I don't love you. Fuck you don't love me either!" Harry yelled out loud. I tried to keep my tears on hold. I don't even know why I feel the sudden urge to cry. "You're such a heartless bastard."

Harry stared down at me, "You don't love me, do you?" I sniffled looking him straight in the eye,

 "No, I don't love you." 

Harry looked down at me with concered eyes, "Why are fighting?" He questioned sadly. I wiped my eyes looking down at my lap. "I don't know." I croaked. He grabbed onto me and rought me into his lap.