I slipped on my UGG boots over my pajama pants.
“Going out?” Dad asked, stretching his arm.
After a month and a half, dad’s arm has heeled. He still has to be careful for a few more weeks, but he’s strong.
“Going to get Harry.” I nodded, slipping on a thin jacket.
“Why?” He said, pointing toward the clock.
8:41 am.
“It’s supposed to snow today!” I squealed.
“And?”
“Dad! We were in California last winter! It never snowed! Then by the time we were in Long Island it wasn’t snowing season! Therefore this is the first time it’s snowed for me in a year!” I squealed.
“I wish Harry luck.” He shook his head, sipping his coffee.
“Be back soon.” I kissed his cheek.
“You need to shave!” I called.
I giggled and ran over to Harry’s.
I knocked.
No answer.
I shook my head and opened the door with the spare key.
This didn’t make me a creepy girlfriend did it?
Ah, who cares.
I crept into the house.
Was everyone sleeping? Lazy bums.
I walked up to Lux’s room.
“Wakey wakey.” I softly shook Lux.
“Hi Em.” She smiled, sitting up.
“Hi honey. Wanna get dressed? I wanna show you something.”
She nodded and got up.
“I’m gunna go wake up Haz okay?” I told her.
“Okay.” She nodded.
I slipped off my boots and jacket, leaving them on the couch as I made my way to Harry’s room.
I stopped as I heard a noise coming from Marcel’s room/the guest room.
I walked in.
“Oh. Morning.” I waved.
Marcel zipped up a bag.
“Hey Emily.” He smiled.
“Where to?”
“Oh I’m leaving. My flight leaves in an hour and a half.”
I frowned.
I knew Marcel was leaving soon but I didn’t know it would be this soon.
“Awe. Does Harry know?” I asked.
“Yeah. We talked last night. I don’t think he hates me as much as he did when I first came.” Marcel chuckled.
I smiled.
“You guys are sweet. Have a safe trip.” I gave him a hug.
“I will. Take care of these two. Especially Harry.” He winked.
I rolled my eyes.
“Be safe.” I waved as he drug his bags down the hall.
I walked into Harry’s room.
He was asleep, snoring slightly.
I couldn’t help the smile that spread on my face.
I shut the door, not wanting to freak out Lux if he overreacted.
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Protecting Emily
FanfictionBlame Styles. I mean, I don't blame Harry for the death of my mother or sister or the fact I had a few psychotic boyfriends back then... But I blame him for everything else. I blame him for always trying to "protect me". I blame him for always makin...