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"Crap." I mumbled, getting up from the floor. I looked down to see what I had slipped on and noticed the giant puddle of water coming from the dish washer. Slipping on some water, pretty stupid, huh? But anyone who knows me knows that I can trip over anything, I'm that clumsy.
I picked up the pizza pan from the floor as Harry rushed into the kitchen, yelling my name.
"Harry, calm down. Why are you screaming?" I questioned, but instead of answering my question, he took me into his arms, holding me tight against his chest.
"I thought something bad had happened to you. Wait, did something happen to you? Are you hurt? Let me see your arms." I'd never seen him so frantic in the year we'd been together. Why was he freaking out so much? " Harry! I'm fine." I told him as he examined my arms.
"I'm sorry... I was just worried because I remembered that time you told me you'd fallen as a child and how it had affected your memory. I didn't want that to happen again. I can't risk losing you." Harry was almost on the verge of crying and it broke my heart to see him like this. I didn't like knowing that I was the one causing him so much panic, but at the same time, it was nice to know that someone I cared about so very much cared about me too, just as much.
I reached a hand up, resting it lightly on his cheek, thumb gently running over it. "You're not going to lose me. I could never forget you even if I tried." I reassured him softly. A single tear ran down his cheek and this was the first time in a year and three months that I'd seen him cry.
"Harry, why are you crying?" I asked in a whisper. He pulled away from my hands and whipped at his cheek, sniffling and letting out a fake cough.
"Don't do this, Harry. Don't act all 'manly' and 'too good to cry'. Can you please tell me what's wrong?" I was keeping my voice soft, non-demanding. I didn't want to force Harry into telling me something and if he just wanted to keep to himself, I was fine with that. As long as he knew I was there for him.
"I just finished pouring my heart out to my family about how much I love you. Just the thought of losing you makes me go crazy. I can't imagine a day where I wake up and you're not mine anymore. I need you in my life (Y/N) and I don't want to hide you, I don't want to hide us anymore." Harry's voice was shaking as he spoke, hands running through his hair. I walked closer to him and this time, I wrapped him up in my arms. I held him close even if he was five or six inches taller than me.
"I don't want to hide us either, Harry, but we have to; just three more months, then I'll be done high school and we can move like we planned." I told him, a small smile cracking onto my lips. Harry and I had never had a talk as serious as this one. We spent the next three or so minutes, standing in the kitchen, holding each other. I had completely forgotten about his family in the other room and how I was supposed to be making food for them.
"I'll sleep over tonight." I stated, hoping he wouldn't argue. He nodded and the beautiful smile he almost always had graced his lips again.
"I never did ask you, what happened in here?" He questioned and it took me a moment to realize what he was talking about.
"Oh! I just slipped on some water. By the way, your dishwasher has a leak." I informed him and his eyes widened.
"Are you kidding me?! I just got it fixed last month!" he groaned out in frustration, finally noticing the pool of water on the floor, in front of the dishwasher. He grabbed a few dishcloths and bent down to start soaking up the water.
"I'll go get some towels to put in front of that." I offered, leaving the kitchen and making my way to the hall closet. I took out three old towels and went back down the hall to the kitchen, stopping on my way in the living room.
"Is everything alright in there?" my eyes darted to Harry's mother who had asked the question. "Yeah, we're just having a few difficulties with the dishwasher. Harry should be back in a few seconds." I gave both her and Gemma a smile before returning to the kitchen, hoping they didn't see my quick response as rude.
"I'll take care of this. Go back to your family." I told Harry as he stood up with wet napkins in his hands.
"(Y/N) this is my place. I can't let you do all the work." He objected, but I was quick to take the wet papers from his hands and push him out of the kitchen.
"Man, she's stubborn." I heard him mumble and I giggled. I sure was, but I didn't want harry to miss any of the few quality time he had with his family.
He only saw them a few times a year. Plus, if I let Harry take care of this mess, I would have to be the one out there trying to entertain the two other women. Don't get me wrong, they were super nice. Very welcoming, but I had not the slightest idea how to start a conversation with them or anybody besides my best friend, who was still not talking to me, and my boyfriend.
As I was cleaning up the last bit of the water in the kitchen, there was a knock on the door and I called out to Harry to let him know I would get it. What Harry hadn't remembered that day was he already had invited someone over, someone that didn't know about us. And what I didn't know was that certain someone was someone I knew.
I whipped my hands with a dishtowel on my way to the door and quickly unlocked it, not wanting to keep the person on the other side waiting longer. As I swung the door open, the towel fell out of my hands and onto the floor and I stood there, staring back at someone I never wanted to see at Harry's apartment while I was there.
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