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XXVII. Gimme Shelter

So chapter 26 is apparently on private and I just now noticed... so if you can't see it (from what I know) it's because you're not following me. so first you have to follow me then remove the book from your library, wait a few moments then add the book again. if it still doesn't work, refresh the app.

honestly i'm reading the wattpad guidelines and it says followers can read private chapters but the extra steps may or may not help in case just following doesn't work.

soz babes, tried to make the chapter unprivated but it wouldn't work because of the content. i'm hoping this chapter doesn't get privated too lmao. enjoy :)

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mature content.

~ Harry ~

"Ah I still got it." I rejoiced as I entered the dark hall of her foreign apartment. I must have been in here at least three times in the weeks that I've stayed in Manhattan. I noted the sudden shift in temperature as the warmth of the hallway disappeared once I shut the door behind me.

With only the moonlight as my guide, I maneuvered myself through her apartment, attempting to find the corridor which lead to her bedroom. I decided against turning on the lights, in case luck wasn't on my side and I happen to trigger some sort of alarm that notified the supervisors of an intruder.

Luckily the apartment was very similar to my own and I knew exactly where I needed to go. I was careful not to make any noise as I tip toed across the wooden planks of the floors. The wood whispered its creaks as I slowly traveled to her bedroom at the end of the hall.

"Quiet Harry, not a sound." I scolded myself.

I opened the door slowly and peered inside.

"Babe? I'm coming in." I whispered.

Holding my blanket around me tighter, I shuffled inside. The sheets rustled as I dragged it through the tight space of the door. Once inside I could see her figure sleeping soundly atop her own bed. She was laying on her stomach, arms spread and legs dangling off the sides with her sheets wrinkled around her in a crude manner like she had been moving frequently where she laid.

Her phone was no longer in her hand but under her chin instead. Light snores escaped her parted lips as I slowly kneeled beside her, noticing the way her chest raised and lowered in compliance with her harbored breathing. I sighed, knowing she normally wouldn't be sleeping on her stomach because of her weird breathing issues. Her restlessness must have lead her to lay down like this.

"This one, I swear." I murmured, shaking my head as I carefully sat down in the space next to her.

I brought my feet up first, grunting in difficulty as I tried to fit myself in the small space she left. As I went to lay down, I felt my ass start to slip off the edge of the bed. Before I could save myself I realized my fate and sighed in acceptance.

"Fῡck."

I landed on the floor with a rather loud thud. As my head hit the side of her night table, the cluttering sound of her lamp being knocked over as well went unnoticed. I groaned in pain as I rolled onto my stomach, planting my face into the floor in hopes it would suck me in.

"What the– Harry?"

A bright light appeared above me. I blinked, sighing sheepishly, "Hey angel."

"Harry what the hell are you doing?"

"Laying down on the floor. It's quite nice; a bit dusty but the flooring's alright."

I pulled myself up to a sitting position, meeting her tired eyes as she lowered her phone slightly.