Receiving Her (h.s. au)

XXII

Harry's POV

I jolt awake when I hear a door slam, my eyes flickering to the empty side of my bed. As soon as my feet touch the ground, I'm running out of my room and pounding on the bathroom door. The thought of Emma wandering around the house makes me nervous; not wanting her to be subjected to my roommates' behavior.

"Yeah?" Emma soft voice is heard, my lips releasing a deep sigh.

"Are you okay?" I ask, my ears hearing the water running. It shuts off and the door opens, Emma's small body standing in front of me. She smiles, affirming she's alright, and I put my hands in my pockets.

"Will you go back to bed with me?" she asks, moving her hands to my waist. I watch her closely as she leans her head up, kissing my cheek. It makes me smile, knowing when she kisses me or makes a small move like this always leaves me to react with happiness. I know she feels the same way.

But I've developed strong feelings for Emma and I feel almost positive they are love. Even though I've never been in love, I've never felt this way about anyone before and I'm taking that as a pretty good sign.

"Let's go," I tell her, moving my hand to her waist and leading her to my room. We get in and I crawl into bed beside her, her body curling into me. I wrap my arms around her and pull her onto me, enjoying the feel of her against me.

Her fingers rest on my chest and she nuzzles her head in my neck, my lips releasing a sigh of contentment. It's this feeling that makes me know we can make it. Sure, we're young but I'm not as naïve as what meets the eye. I'm in control of how I live my life and once Emma came into it, she changed every aspect of it. When we had first met, she was a little talkative but I blame that on the alcohol. She's shy and modest, making everything she allows me to do with her feel like the greatest moments of my life.

She feels like home.

My arms are around her tightly as she goes back to sleep, my eyes closing but no sleep comes. I'm relishing the moment I have with her in my arms. Her fear of her sister coming for me is reasonable, but when her sister rudely grabbed my hand, there was no feeling. As crazy as it sounds, Emma's touch is electrocuting.

"Harry?" Emma whispers a few hours later, my hands tightening on her body.

"Yeah?" I hum, her thumbs brushing my chest.

"Do you think we...could do something later?" she asks, my head turning to kiss her forehead.

"What would you like to do?" I ask, her cheeks flushing. My lips curving and I bring my hands up to her cheeks, feeling her warm cheeks beneath my touch.

"Anything with you," she smiles, her eyes looking at me. I kiss her lips and she moves up on my body, her hair falling around us as she softly pecks around my face.

"I need this every morning," I breathe out, so content in this moment. She stifles a laugh and continues kissing me, my heart sky rocketing.

She rolls off me and I roll right back onto her, careful to keep my weight off her. Her laugh fills my room and I kiss her cheek, wanting her to keep laughing.

"You are so beautiful," I smile, happy that I found my girl. She's going to be there for me when I need it and I love it.

"You are so strong," she grins, making me chuckle. Her fingers wind into my hair and I smile, her eyes focused on my hair.

"Do you have practice today?" she asks, my head nodding.

"I'm not going to go though. Rest up for tomorrow to give it all," I explain, her head nodding.