Loneliness H.S

Chapter Forty Eight

I wake up franticly looking around the room, my chest heaving, and heavy breaths leaving my lips. The sheets are sticking to my body from the sweat.

I get out of the bed, and hurry to the bathroom. I step in front of the sink, and take a quick look in the mirror before turning on the sink. I gather some water in my palms before splashing it on my face. I look back up into the mirror this time taking myself in. Bags are starting to form under my eyes from the lack of sleep these last days, and all the stress.

Suddenly pain shoots through my head. I clutch my hands in my hair trying to make it stop, but it doesn't work. I let out a pained scream as I fall to my knees. Things starts to flash before my eyes, things I can't remember ever seeing.

I hear footsteps running towards me, and out of nowhere someone touches my arms. I can hear my name being called, but all I see is blurry lines. My eyes fall close, but opens again repeatedly. More and more things flash before my eyes making the pain in my head grow.

Memories of Harry laying next to me on a floor in a library, and me following him in the woods. Everything comes back to me in the most painful way, and suddenly it stops, and my body falls limp to the floor, but Harry manages to catch me in time.

I see him open his mouth to say something, but before he can my eyes close, and blackness takes over me.

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My eyes flutter open, and I sit up immediately remembering what happened. I remember... I thought I would be happy to, and in some way I am, but in other ways I also wish there are things I could forget. Nevertheless having memories of our first kiss somehow makes the bad memories worth it, and maybe that is a little part of what love is about. The good parts makes the bad ones meaningless, almost.

I get out of the bed, and walk into the kitchen to see a post it note on the fridge. 'Roof' Is the only thing written on it.

I put on his long jacket to cover my almost naked body before getting into the elevator, and pushing the button leading to the roof. When it got to the top, and the doors opens the cold air wraps around my body like a blanket making me shiver, and goosebumps appear on my body.

I see Harry sitting at the edge of the roof with his feet dangling in the air. I walk over to him slowly while I notice that the sun is already going down. I must have been passed out longer then I thought.

When I reach him I hesitate for a moment before I sit down beside him. I feel my heart quicken when I look down at the city directly beneath us. One slip, and I fall down. "I thought you were scared of heights." He states keeping his eyes glued to the sundown.

"I was, but I'm immortal now so.." I respond feeling my heart drop a little at my own words. He only nods moving his eyes to look down.

I never really know what he is thinking. His brain is like a library. Each book is filled with different stories, and parts of his life. Some are stories about him, and her. Some are of his parents, and there are a lot I will never get around to read, and some he won't let me read. Nevertheless if I were to pick, his book collection will always be my favorite to read.

"I remember." I tell him slowly exited, and nervous about how he might react.

His head whips to the side. "Really?" He asks making sure I am not joking. I nod with a small smile. He wraps his arms around me, and brings me closer to him. "I don't know what to say." He says, his voice cracking half way.

"Then don't, and listen to me instead." I tell him leaning back. His eyes are locked with mine while I move my hand to rest on his soft cheek. "I love you." A big smile forms on his lips, and I know then that he has missed hearing me say these words.

"I love you." He says back making sure I never second guess it. He leans forward and capture my lips in kiss filled with nothing but love. I remember us now, but before I had forgotten what it felt like to be kissed by him and knowing it feels like the first time.

Seconds later he leans back, and leans his forehead against mine. "Was that why you fainted?"

"Yeah, it hurt so much. I think it was just to much for my head to receive that many memories at once." He leans back, and plant a soft kiss on my forehead. "Better?" He asks with a sweet smile. I just shake my head at how silly he is.

"How?" He asks, and I know he means how I remember, but I honestly don't know myself. "I guess my heart refused to let go of what my mind did." I tell him honestly. I don't have any other explanation as to why I might have gotten the memories back.

"Can we talk about something else." I ask feeling exhausted from all the focus on what I have lost, and now suddenly regained.

"Okay." He says wrapping his arm around me. I lean my head on his shoulder before letting out a big breath. "Move in with me." It doesn't sound like a question, but not a demand either. I look at him slowly feeling like any sudden harsh movement will ruin the calmness surrounding us.

He looks at me a little nervous, but once I smile he can't help but do so as well. "I practically live here already." He chuckles at my words, but I want him to be sure of my answer. "I would love nothing more then to move in here with you." I tell him before bringing my lips to his. I can feel him smile into the kiss. The action fills my body with happiness, and I know that I will forever me addicted.