if i could fly [h.s.] (still writing)

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We entered my apartment and we set his stuff down by the kitchen. Harry stretched and took off his jacket then sat down at one of three the stools at the counter.

"Wanna just order some Chinese takeout? Then we can hit the hay." I asked. I really wanted Chinese for Christmas dinner so I hope he agrees.

"My favorite, sounds good love." he replied yawning. I giggled. I walked  over to my laptop and pulled up a list of chinese places that delivered here because there is no way i was leaving, i'm exhausted and i don't feel like dealing with Christmas traffic in the city.

"Hey Harry? What do you want?" I asked him as i grabbed my phone and dialed the number. He turned from the couch to face me and puckered his plump lips as he was thinking. God have I missed his face. Did I really just think that? I was quickly snapped out of my little day dream when he started waving his hands back and forth right in front of my face. I didn't realize he got up.

"Earth to Belle, are you there?" He was bent down to my level and was looking directly in my eyes.

"Gah uh yeah sorry, did you say something?" I asked kinda embarrased. He smiled and shook his head.

"Yeah Belle, Sweet and Sour Chicken with white rice please!" He smiled. "Just like the old days, remember love?" He asked me with hope in his twinkling green eyes as he poked my nose.

I smiled. "How could I forget? Im surprised that you didnt!" I snapped back harshly. He looked at me and winced a little.

"I-what? I-"

"I didnt mean to, I dont know what got into me Im so sorry-" I tried to explain myself but he cut me off.

"Belle stop its okay." I looked down and he lifted my chin with index finger and thumb. "I get it, I really do."

"get what?"

"I get that you're probably still frustrated and confused, or in shock, I don't know but I understand okay?" he looked deeply into my eyes and i trembled.

"okay." I sighed.