saving darcy h.s.

16

*Harry's POV*

I didn't ask for this witch to be sitting in my living room. I never asked for her to barge in here and cause Emily to have an emotional episode. I thought she was finally warming up to me. I felt like this morning brought us closer together just a little bit than what we were before. I felt like she was starting to trust me a little more when she asked me to stay with her a little bit. I need to be with Emily. The boys are leaving tonight for the next city but I asked to stay with Emily and Hayden until Monday when we actually have an interview in Manchester. Who ever is in charge agreed but said a couple more weeks with Emily better not effect where my head is musically, and I assured him that it won't.

After about twenty minutes of the witch sitting in the living room watching me watch TV she asked for a glass of water. I wasn't her servant and I wasn't about to leave the game to get her a stupid drink that she could get herself.

"There's plastic cups under the sink and water comes from the sink's faucet. I'm going to go check on Emily. If you know what's good for you, you won't change the channel while I'm gone." I said sternly. She nodded her head with a smirk and I thought about walking over and smacking it off her face, but decided against it. That's not how I gain Emily's trust.

The black curtains hanging in my room made the room dark even though it was nearing ten. Emily shifted on my bed turning her back away from me. "Mum, I walked out of the room for a reason, not for you to follow me and lecture me on how I should come with you and how it would be better for me."

"I'm not your mum," I chuckled. Emily looked my direction to confirm it was me standing in the room and then turned away quickly while wiping her eyes. She had been crying this whole twenty minutes while I was sitting in an uncomfortable, awkward silence with her damn witch of a mother.

I moved across the room and laid myself down on the side of the bed where Emily wasn't occupying. and propped my head up with my hand. "Emily, are you crying?"

There was a little silenced until she sniffed and said, "No."

I chuckled quietly to myself. "What are you crying about?"

"Nothing, I'm not crying Harry."

I know her better than that. Who does she think I am? I get up from the bed and walk around to the side that she's facing and give her a knowing look. She hides her face under the blanket. I think for a moment on how I could cheer her up. I think back to what I did over a year ago and I got just thing. I know somewhere deep down, she's still just a little teenager that can be full of laughs.

"Y'know, if you won't tell me, you'll leave me know other choice but to tickle you." I smirked.

Emily pulled the blanket down over her head just enough to reveal her eyes. She narrowed them at me. "You wouldn't." She tested.

I smirked more, "Try me."

She looked at me for a moment with her narrowed eyes barely visual in the darkness of the room. Then, she giggled and put the blanket back over her head in one swift movement. I chuckled and stood from my squatting position next to the bed. I got into position and placed my hands on the sides and moved them to where she would laugh. I succeeded and she started to squirm under the blankets. She pushed the blanket down to her stomach and she was gasping for air because she was laughing so hard.

I stopped when I noticed tears trickling down the sides of her face because of her laughing episode. I straightened her posture and a saddened look returned to her eyes. I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder before carrying her over to the bathroom and setting her on top of the counter. I crumpled up a piece of toilet paper before dabing it on her cheek.