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Chapter 77 - Harry

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                                                             ●•Harry•●

She was standing in front of me completely silent, snow defrosting on her lashes, her cheeks pinker due to the freezing cold, and I didn’t know whether to step forward and hug her or close the door at her face. I was close to being a tad bit drunk, and I still couldn’t understand why she had acted so ridiculously the past whole entire week, so.

The silence went on for a bit longer before she opened her mouth briefly, closing it right after, and then attempting talking one more time. “You ignored all my texts,” she said, shrugging as if it wasn’t much, though I could hear the disappointment in her voice.

Well, not so nice when you’re on the other side, is it?

“You could’ve called,” I stated simply, still staring at her, unable to move. My knuckles were pressed tightly to the knob, my feet seemed glued to the floor, and my heart was hammering against my ribcage. If it was of partial anger or excitement, I didn’t quite know.

“I could’ve,” Scarlett agreed with a nod, looking down, then. And this part of me really wanted to hug her, call her in and take care of her; but there was this other part that was sick of the uncertainty of this whole thing, and so this one held me back on my spot. “Can I please come in?” she beseeched after a few moments, rubbing her hands against her arms. “I really need to talk to you and I’m freezing.”

And at that, I finally stepped aside, seeming to find the muscles in my body. She nodded before passing next to me, coming to a complete stop once she glanced over at Leigh on my couch. Leigh, as the friendly person she was, waved a hand in the air, to which Scarlett only stared back.

“Leigh this is Scarlett. Scarlett, this is my friend Leigh.”

Leigh shot her a smile, looking at me with concern for a brief moment, and then recomposing. “Nice to finally meet you, Scarlett. He’s been talking a lot about you.”

I could swear the rosy tone of Scarlett’s cheeks turned into a darker one, but maybe that was just me. “Not nice things, I suppose,” was her response, with a shrug of her shoulders, and I had to roll my eyes. Because of course she’d think I would only complain about her. Of course.

“Well, he doesn’t complain much about you, no. Most part of the time he’s busy talking about the sex.”

I choked with a laugh, widening my eyes, because that certainly was not appropriate. But Scarlett was laughing lightly, too, so it couldn’t be a bad thing. Plus, she knew it was not true, right? She had to know I’d rather keep the details to myself.

“No, but really, most part of the time he’s just being the sappy idiot he is. You don’t have to worry much.” God bless Leigh, really. Not for embarrassing me, but for making Scarlett not-hate her at first sight. “Hey, Haz. Should I tell the boys to just pick me up and leave?”

I finally stepped away from the door, shaking my head. I really didn’t want them to go if the conversation with Scarlett went awful, so I said, “No. Y’all can stay as long as you don’t destroy my flat. I’ll take Scarlett somewhere,” and then I turned to her, brows furrowed “if you don’t mind?”

She shook her head lightly, stood in the middle of the room without moving.

“Fine. I’ll just get my coat. Scar, d’you want another sweater?”

“Would be helpful, thanks.”

And. Okay. Yeah, okay. Maybe the conversation wouldn’t be so bad after all. Maybe she would apologize. Maybe.