Psycho(logy) *under construction*

4. Anticlimactic?

The drive to his flat was completely silent. Not a word was exchanged throughout the 45 minute drive. The only sound was a soft humming coming from the radio. Nevertheless, it was a comfortable silence.

When we came to a halt in front a brick building, I hopped out of the passenger door, and tried to get my bags. Harry and I had gone for my bulky looking bags at the same time and fought over who was going to carry them. I argued that he had done enough and the least I could do was carry my bags up to his place. He stated that he couldn’t let me carry them because they were extremely heavy and since I was me, I didn’t believe him. That is, until I tried to lift one of the bags myself and failed miserably.

I grimly accepted his request to carry the bags, pouting the rest of the way up to his flat. When we entered I couldn’t help but look around in awe. It was so... Harry; comfortable, welcoming, and boyish.

I turned to look at him but he was already looking at me with an amused expression on his face. I looked away immediately as I felt warmth spread through my cheeks.

“What time is it?” I asked softly as I made my way to the leather couch and sat down.

He walked towards me and slumped down beside me resting an arm along the back of the couch, behind me. “Around 8:30, why?”

I groaned. “Ugh, I just want this day to be over with. It’s been a little anticlimactic though. At least it feels that way.”

He looked at me strangely. “What? Anticlimactic? Are you serious Char? You were kicked out of your flat by your cousin, all because of another one of your idiotic experiments. And that’s anticlimactic?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, it was a pretty gnarly fight but I’m alright now. I’m exhausted. That’s about it.”

“Wow, you’re something different Charlotte...”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I looked at him accusingly.

He chuckled. “Nothing, nothing at all.” He stood up and grabbed my hand and pulled me up to a standing position. “Also, I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t do any of those experiments to me without my permission, alright?”

“Alright... I won’t. You have my word.” I answered when I saw the pleading look in his eyes. He took my hand and began leading me to the hallway where I assumed the rooms would be.

“This is the guest room. You can stay here... if you want.” He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck as if expecting me to not want the room. As if I’d decline after he practically saved me from being homeless. Was I homeless? This wasn’t exactly my home, but I did have somewhere to sleep.

I grabbed his elbow stopping him from his actions and hugged him, tightly. “Thank you.” I muttered against his shirt. He then wrapped his arms around me and we stayed like that for a while, not saying anything.

Soon sleep got the best of me and my eyes began to droop. I yawned. Harry let go and looked down at me. “Tired?” He chuckled. I nodded sleepily and smiled tiredly.

“I’ll get your bags so you can change into something more comfortable.”

I nodded again and made my way over to the bed to lie down. I sighed at how comfortable it was and closed my eyes. I began to drift slowly into sleep. I was almost unconscious when I felt a pair of lips press against my temple and whisper in an almost inaudible voice, “I’ve never stopped Char...”

Sorry it's so short, it is just a filler chapter. But, I promise the next one will be a whole lot better. Thank you to anyone who reads ilysm :)

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