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17| No Prince Charming

17.

~ A m e l i a ~

"Leonard?" Harry asked, sounding surprised. I was standing there looking at him. Was that Leonard guy the one that Louis and Harry were talking about? "Yeah, alright I'll come now." he said and hung up, putting his phone back in his pocket. He turned around and looked at me, wetting his lips. He was ready to say something. But instead he sighed, put on his jacket which was laying on the sofa near my feet, and walked to the door. "I'm leaving you can stay here." he said and I nodded.

I wasn't able to say anything. My mouth felt dry and I just couldn't speak. When the door closed, I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. What just happened? I still couldn't believe it. I was shocked. He was going to kiss me. Harry was going to kiss me. That wasn't the only thing that shocked me, it was the fact that I didn't do anything to stop him. I was paralysed; I couldn't move. I wanted him to kiss me and I had no idea why. When we were close and I was looking at his eyes, it seemed like I fell under a spell and the only thing I wanted was to close the gap between us and feel his plump lips on mine. I shook my head and stood up.

"No, no. Stop thinking about it." I said to myself. It was wrong. Everything was messed up. I shouldn't have been feeling this way. I shouldn't even have thought about kissing him. 

No Amelia is wrong, my inner voice said, panicking. 

Then why didn't the whole thing feel wrong to me? It felt right.

I groaned running a hand through my still wet hair. I had better stop thinking about what had happened. It wouldn't happen again, it was just a... I didn't know what it was, but it wouldn't happen again. Harry was no good and the only thing he didbest was hurt me and make me cry. I better stay away from him till he finally decides to let me go.Yeah, that was what I was going to do.

I sat down again, bringing my legs near me and wrapping my arms around them as I buried myself in Harry's t-shirt. It smelled just like him. I inhaled filling my nostrils with the sent of his cologne and then exhaled deeply. It made me feel safe in a surprising way because it seemed like he was close to me. I didn't know why because with Harry, all those days, I felt anything, but safe. Only today, it was different. I rested my head on my knees and sighed. What was wrong with me? I wish I had someone to talk to right now I felt lonely.

"Dad?" I whispered.

"And then the beautiful princess and prince charming lived happily ever after." My dad said and closed the book that he was holding, smiling at me.

"Again, daddy." I said, giggling. He shook his head.

"Sweetheart, I already read you this story three times." he said, laughing and caressed my head.

"Oh, come on. Pleaseee." I said, bringing my hands in front of myself, begging him.

"No, Lia. It's late and you have to sleep. If your mum realises that you are still awake, it won't be good." he said and placed the book back in its place and came back near my bed.

"Alright." I said, frowning and laid down on my bed. Dad came and covered me with the blankets and when he was about to turn off the light, I stopped him.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Can I ask you something?" I asked him. He came and sat down on the bed next to me.