"You'll be coming to live with me."
Was he out of us mind?
I laughed. A bitter, cold, heartless laugh.
"You're joking."
"I'm completely serious," he countered.
"Why on earth would I agree to that? If you're just going to use me, and sleep with me, then you're dealing with the wrong girl."
"Emma," he said sounding stern all of the sudden. "I would never use you, or sleep with you. As I've said to you countless times, everything I do is because I care. I want you to be happy Emma, I truly do, and I believe the first step is to get you out of this environment."
I just sat and shook my head, eyes glued to the floor.
"It's not going to work," I whispered.
He lifted my chin with his warm hand, and forced me to look into his eyes.
"Do you trust me, Emma?"
"Not necessarily."
"Well you should. Because I want what's best for you."
"Whatever," I mumbled, standing up. "I'll start packing."
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"This will be your room."
I followed him into the large, brightly painted room. The walls were a bright shade of yellow, and the bed spread a crisp white. Everything was neat and organized, yet I still couldn't get over the color.
"It's f*cking bright in here," I admitted aloud, causing a chuckle from Harry.
"Maybe a bright room will brighten your mood," he said in a sing-songy tone, in attempt to make me laugh.
I only rolled my eyes.
"Nice try." He smiled, and shrugged.
"Would you like to head back down?" he asked me, gesturing towards the door.
"Sure." I followed him down the grand staircase, taking in the beautiful architecture and decor once more.
I continued to follow him until we walked into a large kitchen. He went behind the counter, while I sat on a bar stool.
"Are you hungry? I make a mean peanut butter and jelly sandwich." I raised an eyebrow. "Or of course we could order take out, your choice."
"Well, if your peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are anywhere near as good as you say they are, then I'll have to have one of those." He grinned widely at my response.
"Oh they're delicious, trust me."
"Alright, I expect perfection," I joked, placing my elbow on the counter, and putting my head in my hand.
"And I shall give you none the less."
I watched him take the peanut butter and the jelly out of the fridge, get the bread from the pantry, and take a knife out of a drawer. Because of the size of his kitchen, he made a simple task like this seem like so much more. He assembled the sandwich averagely, but I didn't comment on it.
"Triangles or squares?" he asked me once he finished making the sandwich.
"Surprise me."
He smiled, and cut it diagonally, so it was left in two triangles.
"Here you are Miss Steven," he said, handing the plate to me. "Enjoy."
"Thank you." He watched me as I took a bite, pretending to examine the sandwich carefully.
"I've had better," I said teasingly, "but good effort."
"I'll take that with an open mind, and try better next time."
I found myself smiling at the way he was acting, and I was glad he didn't point it out.
"What now?" I asked.
"Would you care to watch a movie?" he offered.
"Why not. What movie?" He walked into the living room, and I hopped off the stool, following him.
"I rented this one, but I'm not sure what it's about." He showed it to me, and I couldn't believe he hadn't heard of it.
"The Fault in our Stars? You've never heard of it?" He shook his head. "It was a best selling novel, and they made it into a movie?" He continued to look at me with a blank face. "Well we can't watch it. It's too sad."
"Why not? I like sad movies."
"I never said I didn't, but I'm just not in the mood to cry right now," I told him. I wasn't lying.
"It's good to let your emotions out. Come on Emma, lets watch it." He grabbed my hand, and dragged me to the couch.
We sat rather close, but it didn't seem to bother him, and for once, I was okay with it as well. He reached out in front of him and grabbed the box of tissues from the coffee table. I smiled, as he handed me them.
"Thank you Harry."
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