Leondre's POV**
She played perfectly, eyes closed like she was listening, not watching. Dessert was nice too, but I was distracted by Emily. She seemed restless, on edge, so I made Joey switch places with me, so I was sat next to her instead of across.
Once everyone is done, we stand and clear everything. Her dad comes in and tells us he'll do the dishes, and to go and have fun.
I go to the doorway of the lounge, make eye contact with Charlie and cough twice, telling him we're okay, before pulling Emily out and back to her room.
"What's wrong, Leo?" she laughs lightly.
I glance at her, not letting go of her wrist. "Just come on."
I close the door behind me, pushing her gently into her room. She sits on the bed, looking at me expectantly, without actually making eye contact.
"You aren't okay. You're on edge, not making eye contact, even with me now."
She frowns slightly but doesn't deny it.
"You don't have to talk about it, but I'm always gonna be here for you to talk to." I join her on the bed and pull her into a hug. "Always."
"You are aware that is a Harry Potter reference, right?"
"A hundred percent." I laugh, and she buries her face in my shoulder.
"Leondre?" Emily's voice is muffled, "Do me a favour?"
I pull away just enough to look at her. "I'm not hiding a dead body."
That earns a laugh, and I feel a tiny bit proud that I made her laugh.
"What's up?"
"Stay. Tonight. Please."
"Of course."
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The boys next door || completed
FanfictionBook One -------------- Emily James is fifteen years old, depressed and the invisible girl everywhere she goes. When she comes home from the mental hospital after six months, things are supposed to go smoothly. And they do... for about thirty secon...
