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Amelia's POV

I jolt awake to the sound if glass crashing against the wall. Feeling drained I sluggishly pull the covers back and get out of the bed and wince at the freezing cold temperature that the floor is.

Still in a daze, my feet do the task of finding my shoes. Once my toes brush the fluffy slippers I put them on and walk in the direction of Harry's room whilst grabbing a pack of stillpain for the headache I know will be bothering him.

As I reach his room I push the door open softly knowing how the slightest sound could make his head throb even more and I'd be in real trouble.

Once I'm inside the room I notice his tall figure hunched over and groaning as clutches his head between his hands.

"Harry? " I ask in a soft voice not wanting to aggravate him. He doesn't take note of me so I decide to just forcefully help him because of his lack of acknowledgment towards me.

"Harry, here I've got you something for your headache. " I say and he finally looks up and towards my outstretched hand and takes the the two tablets and swallows them before I can even get him water or a small energy bar.

"Let me go make you sone breakfast-" I say but I'm cut off when he gets up and grumbles "Leave it. "and walks towards his bathroom and shuts the door quite loudly.

My heart does this thing where I feel a slight pain and I know that he doesn't take note of me actually trying to be civil and look after him. The thought alone of once again not mattering to anyone kills me and all I can do now I walk out of his bedroom and proceed to make breakfast because despite what he says and does, I know he'll be hungry.

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Finally after twenty something minutes he leaves his room and I can see his hair is still slightly damp due to the long shower he took. He was either too weak to wash himself effectively in a certain amount of time or he was thinking again.

"Breakfast. " I say and slide the plate containing eggs and sausage across the smooth wooden table and offer a small smile which he does not return but simply nods.

"Is your head any better? " I ask and he simply nods and looks up.

"Come on. " he says and I look at him in confusion and he sighs heavily. "We're going out for a while. " he says and what leaves me gawking in shock is the small smile he sent my way. That simple action left me absolutely flabbergasted and I nod heading towards my room to get ready.

"Be done in 15. " he shouts over his shoulder and I give no reply as I start to get ready

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As we take time to walk through the busy streets I take in the feeling of the wind rushing past my face and the slight sun hitting my face.

Breathing in the fresh outside air instead of the same air of the apartment makes me feel content and relaxed. No more feeling suffocated, even if it's just for a few hours or less. For the first hour we walk around aimlessly just passing by shops or going to sit in a nearby park for a few minutes to rest our feet.

Now we're currently standing in front of a tiny café and I take this time to admire him. He was a really beautiful man. He had these deep pink heart shaped lips and a few tiny pimples on his forehead reminding me that he is also human despite his perfect features. I see his lips moving but I don't listen to what he's saying, instead I continue to scan his features. It isn't until he snaps his fingers in front of my face snapping me out of my own thoughts.

I asked you if you'd like something." he states seeming slightly irradiated and I look away awkwardly and mumble a simple 'no'; and he doesn't push it. "I'll be right back." He says and I simply nod.