Simply•••H.S

Chapter 12.

Ailex's P.O.V.

He was reading my journal.

Something personal, something not for his eyes, something not for anybody's eyes, except mine.

"Aelix, let me read it." His eyes plead with me.

"There isn't anything worth reading, Harry, just leave it." I beg him.

"Not worth reading? Aelix, you are so emotionally invested into writing, I have already read so many things that have intrigued me, let me read it." He says, gently pulling my journal out of my hands.

He sits down on the sofa and opens it to a random page.

Harry's P.O.V

I never really let you go,

Just thought I should let you know,

That even though you broke my bones,

Your soul is still my home.

When you make something your home, it's hard to relocate and I don't want that.

If you have ever felt love, you know what this is like.

If you have ever lost love, you understand this as well.

I grew up, fearing love, fearing people, because I knew that they would leave me.

But he didn't.

He stayed.

He loved.

He broke me.

But I would let him do it all over again, I would take all the pain, and the suffering, just for his love.

Her eyes were watching me cautiously, her breath increasing.

"Why?" I ask cautiously.

"I loved him, I thought I loved him." She replied, her eyes positioned to the floor.

"Bab-" I attempted to speak, but the notebook was taken out of my hand.

"No more. Not tonight." She said, giving me a small smile.

I just nod, making a mental note to recollect it later.

It is already night, and I am starting to feel a hunger in my belly, for more than one thing.

But I am only getting one type of food tonight.

"What do you want for dinner?" I ask her.

"Uhm, anything?" She says, well it sounds like she asks.

"Do you cook?" I smirk at her.

"Yes?" She questions.

"Make me something yummy?" I ask her, sweetly.

"Like?" She answers in her beautiful American accent.

"Pasta!" I scream, like a child.

"Okay." She laughs.

What feels like minutes later I am sitting, in awe of her.

"This feels like a fucking orgasm in my mouth." I say with a mouthful of pasta, she just laughs at me.

"You're cleaning up." She tells me.

I just laugh.

"No, the dishwasher is cleaning up." I smirk at her.