You went to the bathroom, and when you came back you were destroyed, never expecting this to happen.
"I hate Naya, I hope I never have to see her again in my life." You friend yelled, laughing with the group of your other friends, nodding their heads and agreeing.
Hot tears rolled down your cheeks, the girls looking up to see you as you rounded the corner. You ran away, as quick as you could to get away from the laughs of the ones who you once trusted.
It started to snow, thickening the snow on the ground. You ran until you reached Harry's house. You desperately needed him.
You ran and knocked on the door, waiting for him to let you in. After a couple of minutes you ran to al the windows, not seeing Harry inside. You slowly slid down the wall, behind and pleasdong Harry, "Please...Harry I need you please... let me in." You weakly replied, cold, sick, and shivering, feeling your tears freeze into ice, clamping your eyes shut. That was the last thing you remember before slipping out of consciousness.
You woke up to find yourself on the couch, sleeping on Harry's lap, him petting and gently stroking your hair, looking straight ahead at the fireplace and the crackling fires. You both had blankets in and you noticed Harry had taken off your boots and socks, giving you fresh socks and slippers. He also took off your coat and put you into a warm, cozy robe, way too big for you since it was Harry's.
You looked up at Harry and Harry, feeling your eyes on him looked down at you, gazing into your eyes. He bent down and gently held your face up slightly, kissing you on the forehead before slowly putting your head back on his thigh. "Tell me what's wrong Naya, please. I'm here for you." He said, making you sit there blankly for a few seconds trying to remember before crying, Harry pulling you into his warm chest, rubbing your back up and down and kissing you on the top of your head.
"Harry, my friends, they're fake, all of them! They don't care for me, they hate me and never want to see me again. I hate them and now I don't know what to do, who to trust..." You cried into him, whimpering.
Harry kissed you on your forehead, grabbing your face in his hands so you looked at him, "I love you Naya and I care about you. Ignore those fake, ugly friends, you don't need them, you have so many other friends. Now why were you outside unconscious by the window?" Harry asked, curiously.
"Harry I needed to see you and I knocked on the door and couldn't find you so I went lookin in the windows and-"
Harry interrupted, shushing you. "Naya, come on. Whenever you need. You don't have to knock sweetie, ever, and you know where the key is. Please next time, for now on, just come in, the same way you have it at your house."
"Okay Harry, I love you, you're the best, thank you so much." You said, lightly giggling
"You're welcome so much. I love you too." Harry said, the two of you falling asleep from the silence, looking together at the fireplace burning strong: just like your love for each other.
