Broken

Harry

"Are you nervous?" He asked, his eyes felt like they were looking straight into my soul.

"W-what?"

"It's just, you keep stuttering. Usually people do that when they're nervous."

"Oh n-no, I just, I," god, I'm such a fucking idiot. I can't even stop stuttering after he points out that I'm stuttering. "I-"

"Hey," he put his hand on my knee, stopping it from bouncing. I never wanted him to take his hand off my knee.

'what the fuck harry, obviously he has to take his hand off your knee at some point.' I thought.

"its fine, I'm sorry I asked." That moment was so comforting, his voice soft and assuring, somehow his hand being on my knee calmed me down.

We spent the next two and a half hours discussing our favorite things to binge watch on netflix, and how confusing our history assignment was.

"I left my books i-in my locker though, s-so I can't even do the work."

"Shit, I have mine, we can do the assignment together, if you want?"

"R-really?"

"Of course!" He smiled. "But we should probably go somewhere else, its getting dark out and we're not going to be able to see soon."

"Okay. We c-can't go back to my house though."

"Mine it is then." He smiled, stood up, grabbed his bag, and told me to follow him.