Writers note: This is an addition to "Dear Harry". It doesn't correlate completely with the story, but I wanted to continue the HarryXKathy universe. Enjoy:)
Bookworms
His hand was warm. Mine cold. He held me tight as we sat and waited for the bus to arrive. We were going to take the bus to the library a town over. We needed some books for the winter-exams, that our local library didn't hold.
"Are you still cold?" Harry asked.
"Yeah a little but it's fine" I answered.
"Here" he said, and took my hand and put it inside his gloves. Both our hands fit.
"Thank you" I giggled.
The bus came and we entered it. It was warm inside. The busride was short, but cozy. He didn't let go of my hand for one second. Neither did he look me in the eyes. Just out the window. But he didn't have to. I knew he enjoyed every second of the peaceful silence we sat in.
When we got off the bus the cold air hit my face like a truck. I was freezing immensely.
"Shit" he said as he saw my blue lips and clattering teeth, "let's hurry. The library's only two minutes away"
"Okay" I said with a stammering voice.
He pulled me down street after street in a hurry I never thought I'd see him in. We turned about five corners before we were met by the most beautiful Victorian building I'd ever seen.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
"Yes, it's beautiful" I said in awe.
"I think you'll like it better inside," he said and smiled. I just smiled back.
As we walked in, the warmth surrounded me in a comforting way. I smelled old books, coffee, and wood. In the main room, which we had just entered, long dark mahogany-tables were placed row after row. People sat all around reading and studying. The room was massive. High ceilings, chandeliers and books. So many books.
"Gosh there's so many books" I whispered.
"Oh this is nothing" he said and smirked.
He grabbed my hand and led me further into the building. To the right of the mainroom was another adiutorium. Not as big but just as impressive. Green oil lamps hung from the ceiling and common to the main room, filled with books. Smaller tables were scattered around, like in the main room, of mahogany. It was breathtaking. Old school at its best.
He took my hand and led me once again. Out of the small auditorium, across the main room, over to the left side of the main room where we walked through two big wooden doors that stood ajar. Here it was just books. So. Many. Books. Again, the ceiling was high, the bookcases likewise. They almost reached the ceiling. On every row a rolling ladder hung, so that you could reach even the highest books. There were old books, new books, very old books and empty bookcases for the books that were yet to be written.
"Wow" I said under my breath.
"Yeah, it's beautiful right?" he said.
"Yes, very. Do you come here a lot?" I asked him.
"Yeah, this placed helped me when everything was happening with my parents"
"Oh" I said, "Why?"
"I don't know. This place just felt safe, when it wasn't at home"
"Right, I understand," I said and looked at him. He looked at me too. And he smiled.
"I gotta go find my books," he said, still looking at me.
