*Dacota's POV*
The light of the TV washed over the two of us, sitting cross-legged on my parent's bed. We weren't exactly watching it; I believe the last thing we were actually sort of paying attention to was a documentary on manatees. We were just talking.
"I remember seeing you on the news when you first came to America," I say. "Mom always said-" I stopped, the smile leaving my face. Harry inched his hand to mine and squeezed. I looked up, and smiled crookedly. I nodded and cleared my throat, "She always said, 'Oh, the curly one's cute. What do you think, Cody?'"
"She called you Cody?" he asked softly.
I nodded, and whispered, "I love how you picked that up, and not how she called you cute." He smiled and looked at our still entwined hands. His phone buzzed, notifying a new message.
He pulled it out, and said, "It's Paul. He wants me back at the house for a call with management." I nodded, heart sinking at the thought of him leaving. He texted a message, put the phone back in his pocket, then held my other hand.
"Why aren't you going?" I asked, furrowing my brows.
"Because my girlfriend's parents just died, that's why! She needs me more than ever right now, and I need her," he raised his voice, as if it was an obvious reason. I smiled, tears pricking at my eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"You're a good boyfriend," I say.
"I know," he says and smiles. He leans in and kisses me, my hand instantly cupping his jaw, his in my hair. He lets out a deep breath when he releases me. "You're a good kisser, Ms. Lancaster." I blush deeply and thank him. We lean back on the pillows, our attention averted to the TV, which was now showing a movie. I ended up dozing on his chest. I woke up to him trying to slide from beneath me without waking me.
"What are you doing?" I ask sleepily. He turns to me and makes an embarrassed face.
"I didn't want to wake you, I was just going to the couch," he whispers.
"Why would you do that?" I ask, yawning.
"I just figured...um, you would want to sleep in your parents' bed by yourself," he hesitantly whispers. I look at the wall, contemplating. I would like to rest in the final memories of my parents, but my heart ached when I saw him make for the door.
"Harry," I say. He turns and looks me in the eyes. "Stay with me, please?" He smiles a little and comes back to me. He lays on top of the covers with me, placing his arm on my lower back. I lay on my side, facing his chest, and nestle into him.
"Cody?" he asks quietly.
"Yeah?" I reply with another yawn.
Harry turns off the TV and whispers into my hair, "I love you."
I'm pretty sure I muttered an 'I love you' back, but I can't remember.
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Such sad.
Many feels.
Wow.
And really short ugh sorry
~Emily~
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Paper Airplanes
Fanfiction"She folded up her fears, misfortunes, and doubts like paper airplanes and let them fly into the wind, never to return again."
