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Woah, its been a while :). But i'm back with a new chapter. 

I really hope you like it, I also changed the cover of the book. (again lol)

IMPORTNANT A/N  PLEASE READ OR YOU MIGHT WON'T UNDERSTAND THE STORY:

I changed some parts in the last 2 chapters. I haven't updated for a long time and I came up with a better idea for the story. Its not a lot different but I think you'll understand the story way better if you would read it again. Thank you x

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Willows P.O.V

"Breath Willow, breath" 

A small puff of air left my lips as I tried to convince myself that everything's going to be fine. I just ask him for my notebook and I leave, not a big deal. But as I get closer and closer to Harry's house my nerves start to kick in again. Causing me to end up where I am now, In my car staring at Harry's house. Thinking about whether I should go or not for almost ten minutes now. But I can't sit here forever, I need my notebook back. His house is truly beautiful. My house is a trash can compared to this. 

I close my eyes, inhale deeply and hold my breath for seven seconds like my therapist told me to do in a stressful situation and opened my car door. 

Every step I took on my way to Harry's front door felt like an hour. My breathing was  unsteady, the adrenaline pumping thruw my veins. My anxiety was being a real bitch today.

When i finally reached his front door I pressed the door bell as fast as I could, just imagine them looking thruw the window, where they find a girl they have never seen before staring at their door. What am I suposed to say then? "Sorry for staring at your door, I'm just trying not to pass out" I chuckled at the thought. They would probably think i'm crazy.

"Can I help you?" a women's voice with a slight accent snapped me out of my thoughts. Oh my god I can't believe I zoned out in front of his I suppose mother. Get yourself together Willow, your only making it weirder by saying nothing. 

"Is this some kind of sick joke? Who are you?" She spoke. "I-Im looking for H-Harry" lord I was a stuttering mess. She raised her eyebrows, eyeing me up and down. Please don't. "Okay then.. I'll ask him to come downstairs" she gave me a confused glance, probably wondering why a fuck up like me is asking for their son. before turning around, leaving me alone at their doorstep. 

Harry appeared in front of me. A grey beanie trying to contain his wild mop of curls, failing miserably."Willow there you are! , What took you so long? I was starting to think that you weren't going to come." he said.  "I-I um, I had some problems with the traffic y-you know." I lied. "Sorry that i'm late" A wide grin spread across his face. "It's okay". A small sigh left my lips, what do I do now?

He step aside, silently asking me to come in. I nodded my head lightly, walking in. "My room is upstairs second door, i'll lead the way." I mumpled a quiet okay, following him to his room. I expected his room to be filled with filthy clothes, playboy magazines and dirty plates with leftovers. But his room was incredibly clean, and instead of playboys his desk was filled with school books and unfinished homework. But what drew my attention the most was the large bookcase in the corner of his room. Harry must have noticed me staring at it and he chuckled lightly. "You can take a look if you want." I opened my mouth to say something back but closed it right after. I nodded and made my way to his beatiful bookcase.