Love Me Again. H.S

Chapter-4

I didn't want to wake up. But I did because I wanted to see Harry. Getting up from my bed I took a shower and wore a white jumper and grey sweatpants. I made a messy bun as I couldn't think of anything else. I went downstairs when I heard some voices.

I entered in the kitchen where Mum was making breakfast and Aunt Lucy was sitting by the breakfast counter, talking to Mum. "Good Morning lovely ladies." I chuckled at myself. "Morning honey." Mum greeted me.

"I was waiting for you." Aunt Lucy said. "Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't feeling well last night." I felt bad for my behaviour. I really was feeling good. I was frustrated just because of Harry. I wanted to know if he was always like this or it was just because of me.

"No, it's okay sweetie." Aunt Lucy said politely, accepting my apology.  "Thank you." I said as I sat down next to her woth my forearms resting on the counter. "Honey, you want some brownies?" Mum asked. "Yes Mum." I replied.

I couldn't see Harry. He was not around. "Where is Harry?" I asked, trying not to sound concerned. "He's out for something." She replied. "Okay." I said taking a bite of my brownie. "We're going for shopping, will be back after few hours. Okay?" Mum informed me. "Yeah, of course. Have fun!" I assured.

After few minutes they left, leaving me alone. I thought about Emma. She didn't call or texted me since yesterday. I decided to text her.

To Em:
Hey. Where are you?

After a second my phone buzzed in my hand.

From Em:
Here. Open the door.

I smiled amd walked to the door. When I opened the door I saw her standing in a red top, black leather jacket, black jeans and hair tied in a ponytail. I hugged her as she stepped in and took her jacket off. "Where's everyone?" She asked sitting in the couch.

"Mum and Aunt Lucy went for shopping." I told her. "Wait, who Aunt Lucy?" She questioned. Of course she didn't know about her as I had never told her. "Oh she's my Mum's old friend. She's moving here that's why she's gonna live here for few weeks until the paper work of her house is done." I explained sitting on the couch with her. "Oh okay"

I heard a soft knock. I stood up and said, "And she has a son." I smiled and walked to the door. Before opening it I heard her say, "Looks like we've got company."  She winked.

I opened the door to reveal a talk, gorgeous boy in red flannel, black ripped jeans. He looked perfect. "Hi." I said opening the door for him. He went in without saying a word. He stopped when he saw Emma. I ran to Emma and stood next to her. "Harry she is Emma, my friend. And Emma he is Harry, my Aunt's son." I introduced them to each other. Harry stretched his long arm and said, "Hello, nice to mee you."

I was shocked. He didn't say anything like that to me. "Likewise." Emma replied. "Sorry but I'll catch you later." He said and went away. "Meg! Who knew you had such a handsome boy in your house." She smirked. I rolled my eyes. "No, I'm serious. He's dashing." She siad, grining wide. "Yeah. Okay. You want to eat something?" I asked her not ready to talk to her about Harry. "No, thanks." She replied.

"Let's watch some TV." I said, standing up from the couch to turn take the remote. Emma was switching channels while I was in my thoughts when I heard footsteps. Soon Harry appeared in the living room. He sat in the sofa and also started to watch the movie which Emma had decided to watch. Batman Begins.

I stood up to get away from from Harry. I don't know but I was hating him at the moment. "Where?" Emma whispered. "Water." I replied and walked out of the living room. I was standing with my back pressed to the counter when Harry came in view.

He was wearing a white v-neck, full-sleeved shirt. He stopped forward. He was now in front of me. Leaning forward he looked me in the eyes and my heart was beating so fast that it could explode. I wasn't sure about what he was doing. He was still looking at me when he stretched his arm over my head and opened the cabinet behind me. He grabbed a glass and walked away.

I still couldn't figure out what just happened. I could see his back from the thin material of his shirt. He went but I was still thinking about Him.

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Emma left after an hour or so. Harry went out again. And again I was alone. I was sitting on the sofa with my legs crossed. Scrolling through twitter I heard a sound that caused me to jump in fright. Thunder. I looked out of the window and it had already started raining.  Mum and Aunt Lucy will be fine as they have a car but Harry. I don't think he has one. I was thinking about it when I heard a loud bang on the door.

I ran to the door and when I opened it I gasped. Harry was standing, wet from head to toe. "Oh my God. Come in." I opened the door for him. He came in and took his coat off. "Just go and change otherwise you'll get sick." Looking at me he climbed the stairs. I was waiting for him when I heard him say, "Where should I put these?" He asked looking at the clothes in his hands.

"Give me those, I'll put them for laundry." I stretched my arm to grab clothes from him. I froze when his skin touched mine. "Oh God Harry! You've got temperature." I said, concern apparent in my voice. "I'm fine." He said dryly. "I know you are very brave but you need rest." saying, I took clothes from his hand and walked away.

When I returned Harry was sitting on the sofa. He was wearing black, full-sleeved shirt with balck jeans. "Wait, I'll make you some tea." I said. As I was about to leave he said, "No, I don't need it." He was irritating. "Harry, quite. I don't want your Mum to blame me for not taking care of his son!" His eyes widened. He was shocked.

I walked to the kitchen and made tea for him. I entered the living room when he gave me a harsh look. I placed the tray on the table and sat on the other sofa across him. "Thank you." He said.
"Welcome." I said dryly.

He was sipping tea while I was staring at him. His beautiful face, chocolate brown curls. "Have you eaten something?" I asked. "Yes." Is all he said. I was still looking at him. He turned his face and I quickly turned my head to the right. The door knocked. He was about to stand when I said, "Sit. I'll take it." saying this I stood up to open the door. Two lovely ladies.

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