Inseparable

Chapter 6 - Crème Brule.

AUTHORS NOTE! Firstly I appolagise about the title of this chapter, I could't think of a decent name and I'm hungry so Crème Brule it is. Hope you enjoy this chapter and I didn't depress any of you in the last one...sorry if I did. Please vote/comment as I would really like some feedback, at the moment I'm not sure if you like my story or not so comments would be most helpful thanks.   Lucy xxx

*Harry’s P.O.V*

We’ve just got in the car and I haven’t left Emma’s side since I told her the service was beautiful, and it was: Emma read a poem that her dad used to say to her when she was little, Helen said a few words and the songs they played were really nice and so were all the flower arrangements people had bought. I look over to Emma who is staring out the window at passing traffic, her hands on either side of her thighs. She turns her head and looked at me with tears in her eyes, I hate seeing her like this, and it breaks me. I take hold of her hand; she looks me in the eyes giving me her ‘what-are-you-doing’ look, I whisper to her “I'm here for you Emma.” I wipe a stray tear from her cheeks with my free hand whilst she whispers “Thanks Harry” back. We arrive back home and Emma gets out thanking my mum for the ride before making a swift exit to her house. I have to say it hurt a little when she didn't say anything to me but I guess she just wants to be alone for now.

I'm watching Come Dine with me in my room, just chilling in my boxers. I hear a knock at my window, I get up and walk over to the window and find Emma on the other side. I open the window and walk back over to my previous spot on the bed. “Harry, can I er come in urm please?” Did she seriously just ask me that? I smirk at her and reply. “Of course you can I didn't just open the window for the sake of it.” A small smile appears on her face as she climbs in and shuts the window behind her. “So what can I do for you?” I ask whilst muting the TV. “I was just feeling lonely and needed some company from someone other than my mum.” Emma’s hushed voice and lack of eye contact told me she was nervous of being here. I chuckled a bit. “You know you can talk normally? My mum is out.” Her lips made an ‘O’ shape as she takes a seat on the other end of my bed. “Harry?” “Yes Emma?” “You know when we go Spain?” “Yes?” I ask slightly confused. “Will you be upset and annoyed that I'm going to be there?” Is this girl stupid? Or haven’t I made it very clear? “Of course I won’t be I'm really looking forward to spending time with you again...like before.” She turned to look at me. “Really?” “Yes Emma! Why would I lie?” Emma just shrugged her shoulders and hugged her knees to her chest and turned her attention to the muted TV. After about 3 minutes of silence I decide to unmute the TV, get under the duvet and returned my attention to Natalie who was now making a Crème Brule. I keep taking sneaky looks at Emma who keeps shivering. "Emma are you cold?" I ask raising an eye brow at her, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was with the lack of clothing she seems to be wearing...or not in this case. "No..."She shivers again, that's it I'm not taking it any longer. "Harry! What are you doing?!" She screams in my ear.

*Emma's P.O.V*

"No..." I say trying to cover up the shiver that just flowed through my body, I am cold but I won't tell Harry, I mean it’s my own fault for wearing these pyjamas...if you can call them that! Who in their right mind goes to a boy's house in a strappy top, shorts that barely cover your butt cheeks and knee high socks? I look like a desperate prostitute! At the time this seemed the best thing to wear as I kept having hot and cold flushes and now I feel like a slut! I am pulled out of my thoughts when two strong arms pick me up bridal style and pull me towards a naked chest. "Harry! What are you doing?!" I screamed not knowing what to save falling out, my boobs or my butt. I go for saving my boobs; disappointingly my butt was already half out when I entered his room so it wouldn’t matter as much if it fell out even more. Harry has carried me all the way from his room, downstairs and into the kitchen. He places me carefully on the worktop and boils the kettle. “Want tea or coffee?” Harry asks looking around the draws for something. “Tea please Harry.” I say whilst looking at the pictures on the fridge. “2 sugars still?” Harry asked placing a tea bag in the mug. “Yeah...please” I chuckle at how he still remembers, Harry places the mug of Tea down next to me and leans against the adjacent worktop and places his tea down next to him. I take the mug in my hands and blow the top of the tea to cool it down before taking a gulp. “Only two weeks left!” Harry says looking deep into my eyes. “Two weeks till what exactly?” I ask a slightly confused look etched on my face. “Till we go Spain silly!” “CRAP! That soon already?” Harry nodded at me whilst giving me a weird look. “I need to go shopping!” “Sure, wanna go tomorrow?” I am a bit taken aback by his comment, I was after all only speaking to myself, but seeing as he offered to come. “Sure, you sure you want to be seen in public with me though?” I mumble hoping he doesn’t hear me, and thankfully he doesn’t.

Well I’ve just been woken up by a front door slamming shut. I quickly realise I'm still at Harry’s and I'm in his bed...with him. Not that it matters that much cause we used to sleep in the same bed when we had sleepovers together but never have I found his arm wrapped around me protectively. I wriggle from his grasp and quickly leave through the window hoping I won’t get caught. I reach my room and look at my clock, 01:12am oh God how long have I been sleeping for? I climb into bed and pull the covers over me and close my eyes.