One Wish I Regret

Saviour

A/N: I finally didn't take a really long time to update! Yaaaaay!!! I'm making progress here guys! Anyways, I hope you like this chapter...enjoy!

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The morning light shone on my face, but I refused to open my eyes. Five more minutes I said to myself. All of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain at the side of my neck. I batted my eyes open and lifted my head from the edge of the couch.

"Oww," I said rubbing the side of my neck. I looked around and came to know that I had fallen asleep in the family room. Harry was asleep in front of me on the couch, I quickly got up and dusted my jeans. Then, I let out a great yawn and stretched my arms. I didn't sleep that well, I thought while trying to crack my neck. I was ready to exit the family room, when I heard mumbling coming from behind me.

I turned on my heels and walked towards the couch where Harry lay asleep.

That's when I realized that there was a big, red mark left on Harry's forehead from last night when he hit the coffee table. My eyes got wide and I cursed under my breath. The feeling of guilt arose from inside me. Poor Harry, yesterday had been very rough for him. I leaned in closer towards him, I watched his chest rise up and down. Then, my eyes traveled to his face, he had a peaceful expression on his face; something I didn't get to see often.

My hand slowly hovered over his face, making it's way up to his forehead, where the mark was. I was about to move a few strands of his hair to examine the mark, more clearly. Before I could make contact with with his skin, his hand shot up and grabbed mine, then his eyes darted open.

Shit! Shit! Shitty, shit, shit!

"What do you think you're doing?" He said in a low husky voice.

My face froze, I didn't know what to tell him.

I could tell he was growing impatient when his grip around my wrist tightened and he squinted his eyes.

"I...um..." Before I could come up with a stupid excuse, he gave me a face palm.

"Please, don't even start talking," he said getting up from the couch.

I was so confused, what did he mean? He just asked me to explain myself!

"You have terrible morning breath," he finished, walking out of the room.

My face turned tomato red, getting insulted from a guy was one thing, but getting insulted for having bad breath was another.

I quickly brought my hand to my mouth and exhaled to smell my breath. What was he talking about?! It wasn't that bad!!!

"Hun," Harry said walking back into the room. "It's Monday, I have to leave for work, get my breakfast ready, now!"

I immediately dropped my hand, did he see me doing that? Naah, he couldn't have, that would of been very embarrassing. I started to fold the blanket and place the pillows in place, just as Harry's head popped back into the room.

''Oh I saw that, smelling your breath won't fix anything. Come on it's Monday, by the time I get back down, breakfast should be ready."