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Chapter 51 - Harry

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                                                           ●•Harry•●

I was so sure it had been nothing but a dream that I actually woke up sighing, rubbing my eyes lazily and staring at the ceiling for long minutes before I finally turned my head to the side so that I could see the empty space next to me.

But if it all had been just a dream, why could I feel her smell so perfectly, so strong and vivid, still? Why could I still feel my arms so warm and tingling due to the touch of our skins? It couldn’t have been just a dream. It all seemed so real; the emotions, the exchange of looks, her words, her lips…

Then again, I convinced myself it had, indeed, happened. She had been there the night before, we did hang out and she did sleep with me. I had her for a whole night, I shared with her part of my past and we did cuddle all night long. It was real. I’m not that crazy. At least not yet; I haven’t got to that point.

But, well, I couldn’t expect waking up with her next to me, could I? That would be wanting too much. Of course she would leave before I could even wake up. She was probably home right now, trying to make Tyler believe she had really spent the night at Angel’s, acting as if not a single second of our night had happened. Though I know she won’t forget it. I know she’ll be thinking of it all the time ‘till we see each other again, just like I’ll do. Reliving every moment, because. Because it was perfect.

I wish I could stay a bit more in bed, but my belly was already bothering me too much. And the smell of food wasn’t helping a bit. I truly hated my neighbor on Saturday mornings; he always did that thing of forcing me out of bed to eat my crappy cereals while he seemed to have a fully delicious meal at 10a.m.

As soon as I pushed the blanket away, I cringed, hating how cold it actually was today. It wasn’t raining anymore, just a slight drizzle falling, but still, the air carried the cold everywhere, and even a bit of haze. After breakfast I would most certainly go back to bed and ignore all the things I had to do. I was on post Kirsten depression. Her absence always made me feel like I was high or something. Especially after moments like last night’s.

Still half asleep, I walked out of the room, reeling my way to the kitchen. But I stopped as soon as I reached my living room, freezing on my spot and realizing the smell of food wasn’t coming from my neighbor’s apartment. It was from here. And that could only mean-

My heart nearly jumped out of my mouth when I spotted her there, leaning on the sink while staring at the floor, wearing my jumper over her shirt. It was so long it actually reached somewhere above her knees, hiding her jeans a bit; the sleeves so large that she had to fold them a couple of times so that she could see her own hands. And damn; she looked beautiful.

I gulped, and she must have heard it – or maybe I’d done something else to catch her attention – because she peered up, looking at me, and shyly smiled, cocking her head to the side a tad bit before quickly glancing at the oven. And I still couldn’t move, because my eyes were too busy looking at her from head to toe, trying to save every single detail of that scene inside my head. She was there.

“Mornin’,” she finally said, ignoring whatever she was looking at and focusing back on me. When I said nothing, she looked a bit… scared(?), and avoided meeting my eyes. Wait, had I done something? “I- I hope you don’t mind I borrowed this…” she whispered, pointing at the jumper she was wearing. “I found it in your bathroom and it’s cold, I’ll put it back there later.”