Sweet Creature [H.S AU]

Inconsolable

Warning: Curse words ahead!

Do read the AN for some info that is not in the chapter but is about Amy's past.

Happy Reading!

Word Count: 3819😱

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Happiness is what Harry felt as he held Amy in his arms and if it was up to him, He wouldn't let go ever or at least that's how he felt. But feelings don't matter do they?

Even if they did, wouldn't you have to be sure as to what you feel or if you feel anything at all for that matter. For sure what Harry was going through was according to him "feelings of liking" but, were they strong enough for him to be assuming that it was love?

For the past few days the curly haired had been in a constant line of debate with his self. His attraction towards Amy has for him been so strong that he has given it the name of love. But is it really love.

As he stood in the doorway with Amy still in his embrace he couldn't help but feel happy. But he backed away before Amy could herself break the embrace.

"When did you arrive?" Harry could feel his heart hammering rapidly but it wasn't in his control just the mere sight of her had him pumped.

"Yeah I'm great! How're you" she gave him a sarcastic smile "I'd love to come inside thanks for asking!" Harry chuckled as he moved to the side allowing her to enter.

"You need to cut that hair mister"

Amy spoke up motioning towards Harry's wildly growing locks.

"Yeah yeah" Harry shrugged. He liked his hair.

"To what do I owe this pleasure" Harry raised his hands smirking.

"Well, would you believe me if I said I missed you?" Amy gave him a sheepish smile all the nerves of having to confront him long out the door.

"That would be a little difficult seeing how you've been so cold towards me lately" Harry crossed his arms.

Feeling of guilt was eating Amy up as she looked at him. She couldn't help but admire him. His precious smile, his hypnotic eyes and just all over his handsome self. What she couldn't understand was that how could someone like him like someone like her?

It's not that she did not find herself beautiful but she knew her best friend. His likes and his dislikes. And somehow she did not fit in the type of girl Harry would like and that's why they became friends in the first place. Because they had so many similarities.

"I'm sorry for being so mean to you Harry" she did not look up because every time she looked at him she couldn't help but feel guilty. Somehow she felt like it was her fault Harry liked her. But then again, how could she have known?

"Forget it. When did you return?" Harry was happy that things between him and Amy were going back to normal.

"I came yesterday" Harry was taken aback by her answer.

"Why didn't you tell me I could've come to pick you!" His eyes followed her as she took a seat on the couch that Harry had previously sat on.

"Sam was kind enough to give me a ride home" she played with her hands this time, there was no ring on her finger she was hesitant and decided not to tell him about the proposal just yet.