Miley's POV
I lie here, trying to fall asleep, but there is no way I'm doing that right now.
Harry's arm is wrapped around me and my back is against his chest.
I can hear his soft snores and I smile at the sound.
I slowly turn over, his arm still gripping my side.
I push back a curl that is in front of his eyes.
His eyes flutter open and I quickly pull my hand away from his face.
"You okay?" He asks, his voice deep and raspy.
"Yeah. Just can't sleep," I whisper.
"Is it because of me? I'll go if you want." He tries sitting up but I grab his arm.
"No, it's okay. Really."
I want him to stay. Harry makes me feel infinite. He makes me feel like it's okay to be crazy. He makes me forget about Peter.
"Okay." He lays back down.
I turn over and look at Harry.
His eyes are dull and tired.
He stares right back at me and I can't seem to look away.
The light from the full moon outside shines behind him and now I don't even want to go to sleep.
I wouldn't mind staying like this forever.
"You're beautiful," He whispers, bringing me towards him.
My head rests on his chest and our breaths are steady.
My heart is beating rapidly.
I haven't felt something like this in what seems like forever.
I feel Harry nuzzle into my hair and I smile.
It's okay to like someone, right?
Just not love.
I can't have someone I love taken away from me again.
So I won't let it happen.
Falling in love with Harry isn't a choice, and it never will be.
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Harry's POV
I wake up the next morning and glance at the digital clock next to Miley's bed.
8:32.
I carefully, yet quickly get out of bed.
I have to be at the apartments at nine.
I hear Miley shuffling around while I pull my t-shirt over my head.
I look back at her and she's sitting up, rubbing her eyes.
"I have to go somewhere. You can come if you want?" I suggest as I comb my fingers through my messy hair.
"I don't know if.." she trails off.
"C'mon, it'll be fun. You can help me decide on what color I should paint my walls," I laugh.
She smiles then stands up and stretches.
I watch her make her way to the bathroom and I'm disappointed when she shuts the door.
..
"Are you ready now?" I ask Miley for the thousandth time.
"I'm trying to find a certain shirt!" she yells through her closet door.
I sigh and plop down on her bed.
"Now I'm done," Miley announces as she steps out from her massive collection of clothing.
She has on tight skinny jeans, a muscle tee with a design I can't quite figure out and a pair of boots.
Her hair is naturally wavy and she looks absolutely stunning.
She notices my staring and her cheeks turn red.
What is with her always blushing?
It's awfully cute.
"Let's go." I grab my keys from her nightstand and we both head out the door.
