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Part 24

We hurried home and I wasn't really sleepy. "Um, do you feel like watching a movie?" "Actually, that sounds great, Y/N." We decided to sit on the couch while I kicked off my heels. "And who's this?" I turned around and saw Harry pointing at my enormous teddy bear. "Did Miley Cyrus forget it here by any chance?" He said again, laughing. "God no! This is Teddy. I don't really know why he's here in the living room." I sat in the middle, between Teddy and Harry. "Aren't you a little too old for stuffed animals?" He whispered. "Maybe. But he really keeps me company, being away from home and all." "I've noticed. Your accent says it all. Where exactly, though?" "California." "LA is great." "Yes! I miss it. I haven't been there since Christmas." "You haven't seen you're family in a year?" "Well, not really. My parents and my little brother came in the summer and my older sisters live in Birmingham." "Cool. My family lives in Cheshire." "How nice! My sisters and like visiting different cities and we've got that one on our list." I laughed. "I've got a sister too. It woud be fun to go on a road trip, don't you think?" "Yeah, that sounds awesome! By the way, what movie do you want to watch?" "I don't mind, whatever you want." He said, smiling at me. "Shall we just browse and see what's on TV?" "Perfect." I kept switching channels until I saw that The Notebook was on. "I love this film!" Harry exclaimed. "Me too! But I always cry." I replied, laughing. I sat back and hugged Teddy. Ten minutes into the movie, Harry set his arm on my hip. I flinched at the contact and he chuckled. "That tickles!" I yelped. "What about this, does this tickle?" He asked, poking my sides. I scooted away from him, avoiding his hands. He came closer and grabbed me from behind, pulling me closer to him. So close, that I was practically sitting on top of him. "Harry, please stop!" I pleaded. "Hm, I'm not so sure." "What did I ever do to you?" I asked dramatically. "Drama queen, are we?" He laughed again. "Oh come on!" I huffed and crossed my arms. He smiled and stop tickling me, but his arms were now strongly holding my waist. We were silent, focusing on the TV screen. I supposed Harry was concentrating on the movie, but I couldn't. I felt his warm breath on my neck every time he exhaled. It reminded me of my stupid fiancé and how we would watch movies all cuddled up on lazy Sundays.