TWO GHOSTS

Chapter Ten / Tell Me How You Like It.

-smut ahead...not a big deal but still-

Your health is better again. Your fever ended yesterday, thankfully. It allowed the twins to relax knowing you're back on your feet. You would only admit to yourself that you enjoyed having them around, taking care of you. They were both your favorite people, in one room. And even if you felt terrible, they would cheer you up as best they can. 

It's another ordinary day. Winter break is near, but for now you had to finish up your classes and pass them all. Finals week is around the corner, and you couldn't afford to fail any of them. You're grades are average, even if you tried your best to be greater than that. You quickly pack your bag, slinging it on one shoulder and walking toward the classroom door.

"(Y/N)."

You turned around, catching your instructor Mr. Tomlinson standing behind his desk. He looked at your sternly, waiting for you to approach him. He was cleaning up his desk of the test tubes, beaker, and other equipment. You walked over but stood a distance, "Yeah?" you asked, keeping an eye on him.

He finished up cleaning. He leaned against his desk with arms crossed, "Your grade has been declining. I wouldn't usually bring it to the attention of a student but it seemed to drop suddenly. It's raising a concern."

You looked at him confused, "That's impossible. I've been doing everything I can to raise it."

"Everything you can? Because your grade has dropped increasingly." His voice was more stern now, "If you can't raise it with the exam, you're going to fail and have to start the same subject but with a different instructor." He walked over, giving you a look, "Do you think you can pass your exam?"

"Yeah..." 

Maybe.

. . .

You've never had this many books spread out on your living room floor--all for one damn subject. You were sitting on the floor, tossing papers and taking so many notes it overwhelmed you. You didn't shower, you barely ate, and you've got the biggest damn headache. Your eyes scanned the words as you felt Harry's eyes on you from the couch.

You asked without looking away from your textbook, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Harry replied, "You look stressed."

"I am." 

You didn't know if you sounded like a bitch to him but you didn't care at the moment. A figure sat next to you. Harry's scent was relaxing, "I'll help you study." He said as he grabbed your notes, "I'll ask questions and you answer them, okay?" 

You turned to face him. His hands held your notebook, his eyes scanning the notes. As he asked questions, you started to really notice how much you didn't understand or know. You paused after he asked a question and lowered your head, "How do I not know any of these questions?" the stress and overwhelming dilemma was making you break down. 

Harry set the notebook down and moved closer to you. He lowered his head too, just so he can see the side of your face. He whispered gently, "We'll get through this, okay?" You felt his hand grab yours. The cold steel of his rings pressed against your skin but it somehow made you feel better. Harry's lips touched your cheek, making you turn your head to face him. You both stared at each other, and it felt...it felt like home. Harry was your best friend and now, a potential lover. Whatever he would turn out to be in your life, he'd always feel like home. His green eyes sparked before he leaned in. 

You let him kiss you. 

This was the first time it wasn't a passionate and sloppy kiss.

This felt more intimate somehow.