Chapter Fifty-Three

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Harry's POV:

I arrive at the house and go inside, meeting Belle on the stairwell.

"Don't you have a life?" She asks.

"How was Payne last night?" I ask and she glared at me.

"You're so annoying." She says as she passes me.

"Also Dylan says hi." I say turning around to face her.

"Dylan can kiss my ass." She says as she closes the door.

I walk up the curved staircase and into the third door on the right. She's still in bed, like she said she would be. She doesn't acknowledge me coming in, maybe she fell back asleep?

I sit in the empty bed next to her's and fiddle with my thumbs.

"This is a queen size bed you know." She says, quietly and mumbled but I know exactly what she said. I stand up and get into the bed with her. She turns over and faces me. Her cheeks are pink and she can barely open her eyes, yet I think she looks like the most resplendent thing I've ever seen. I smile at her, delighted by her company.

Her eyebrows are furrowed as she looks in my direction.

"Can I go back to sleep?" She says, her voice scratchy.

"Of course." I say, presuming she thought I would deny her sleep.

She laid her head half against my arm half on the pillow.

Her hand slipped from under her cheek and fell in front of her, and I noticed a small red mark, about 4 inches above her wrist. I swallowed hard when I saw it.

She felt my body tightened, and she groaned a little. The her eyes fluttered open, "Are you okay?" she asks.

"Aspen, what's that?" I say pointing to the mark.

"I scratched myself on something, by accident, I swear,"

"Okay, if you say that's what happened I believe you,"

"Good. It's not like that anymore, for me anyway,"

"I know, but you got better after me, so if I'm bringing something back I need to know,"

"you're not brining anything back, I love you." She says.

I kiss her forehead and whisper my response into her ear.

"I love you so much the English language doesn't do it justice," I say, "I'll learn french, and Japanese, and some tribal language only four people in the world say to try and put words to the way I feel about you Aspen Sweets."

She smiles slightly, and nestles her head into the crook of my arm. Our fingers intertwined, she drags her thumb across the top of my hand.

"I don't want to do anything to day." She says softly.

"Anything?" I say, a hinting tone in my voice.

She giggles, "Maybe later."

I smirk. 

I find that this may be the greatest moment of my entire life. The silence in the room, the light peaking through the curtains, and the girl I love cuddled beside me. 

"I have an Idea." She says.

"What?"

"Can I drive your car?" She asks.

"Sure." I smile.

"Really?" 

"Yeah, just try not to crash it." 

She quickly gets out of bed and runs into the bathroom. I wait for her on the bed, I can hear her doing things through the closed door. 

(sorry this was soo short!! I'm almost finished:) Weirrrrrd it's coming to an end but I think it's time! check out the instagram @fixedfanfic!!)

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