Emily's P.O.V
I woke up from a loud bang downstairs. I turn to look outside. It's pitch black. Shit, what time is it? I look on my phone to see it is 11:35. Crap. I must've fallen asleep. I jump out of bed and grab my bag from under it. It was a bit dusty but fuck it, I'm in a rush. I grab my attached rope and hook from the wardrobe. I steady the hook onto the ledge of the window sill and climb down the rope. More like slid down it, giving me rope burn but that is the least of my troubles. I left the rope there, Dangling from my window. Oh well, I will deal with it later.
I run down the empty road. It made me scare and uncountable. A group of teenagers walked past me, staring me down. Maybe because of my appearance? My hair is messy and knotty and I am 99% sure my make up is smudged.
I don't know what I am gonna do if he is asleep. I would have to go back. And go down the empty road. Just the thought gives me shivers down my spine.
I reached his house in 5 long minuets. I knock on the door, rapidly. Hopefully he isn't asleep yet. To my surprise he opened the door.
"A bit late." He laughs, running a hand in his scruffy hair.
"Yeah, sorry." I walk in the warm house. It didn't seem like anyone was home. I follow Harry to the T.V. We didn't talk much we kinda just ate food and watched the ending of Toy Story 3. I haven't seen it before, we didn't really watch movies as we couldn't afford it. Time flies past and it was 12 O'clock.
"Harry my bored." I whine, burying my head into my knees. He chuckled slightly. I could tell he is tired.
"Well, let's go upstairs." His Voice came out raspy.
"Are you tired already?" I laugh. That nap I had earlier has provided me with allot of energy.
"No, I'm just..." He was cut off by a yawn. I can't help but notice how cute and vulnerable her is when he is tired.
"Okay then, let's just go to sleep." I give in. He smiles and gets up from the couch. He offers me a hand which I kindly accept. We make our way to the stairs. Harry's hands are soft and warm. Then the realisation hit me. I'm holding hands with Harry. Harry is holding hands with me. He isn't showing any type of awkwardness. My hand still hurts from the rope burn but I need to treasure this moment. Yes, Emily. You go girl. I am officially one step closer out the friend zone.
"Where Is your mum and Gemma?" I ask. I am curious to why we are the only ones here.
"Mum was asks to work late at the hospital and Gemma is sleeping." He informs me. We get to his room and then I'm reminded I didn't get my sleeping bag. Shit. He opens the door and flops on the bed after letting go of my hand.
"Come on then." He pats the bed. Problem solved? I sit on the big bed with Harry. I haven't brought my P.Js or a hair brush. Now thinking about it, I didn't come very well prepared.
"I forgot to bring P.J's..." I tell him feeling super awkward. He didn't seem to mind.
"That's okay, you can just wear one of my t-shirts." He smiles before turning over. Oh my god, two steps closer to getting out the friendzone in less than 10 minuets. Oh yes, Emily.
"Okay.." I try to contain my excitement. I dig though his draws to find a T-Shirt. I picked out a plain grey cotton shirt. It will be to big for me. I change quickly and tuck my shirt into my bag. I'm not going to take my jeans of because it's way cold and I don't want to appear a slut to Harry.
"You can turn around now." I laugh while taking my shoes and socks off. He looks over his shoulder and then back down again.
"You can take your jeans off." His voice giving away how tired he is.
"Yeah, I was planning on it." I laugh. Why did I say that? He must think I'm a super creep. I dig through my bag to see if I left anything, god anything in there that I can sleep in. A ripped pair of leggings was all that was in the bottom of the bag. It will have to do. I change again and throw my jeans in the bag. I release my hair from the pony tail it was in and let it flow down my back.
"Harry?" I ask in a whisper. He groans back for the reply.
"Can I use your hair brush?" I ask.
"You girls and your hair." He laughs. "It's on the desk." I brush my hair till it's smooth and knot free. Perfect.
"Harry?" I ask for his attention.
"What?" His tone was sharp and harsh.
"Where do I sleep?" I ask awkwardly. He turns around and looks at me. Why is he so tired? It's only like 12:30.
"Just sleep on my bed with me." He holds his arms out for me. I was surprised how open he is and comfortable with this. I am practically nearly out the friendzone. Not. I bet these are the words he says to Layla but right now he is saying it to me.
I walked to the bed that held a tired Harry. I lay next to him, our fore-heads touching.
"Turn around." He doesn't even bother trying to open his eyes.
"Why?" I'm confused.
"I don't want to smell your breath." He grins. What, that's rude. I mumble under my breath and turn around. I was forcefully pulled toward Harry's embrace.
"Your breath doesn't smell, I just wanted you to turn around." He whispers in my ear. He entwined our fingers together. Have I escaped the prison also known as the friendzone? Emily, it's gonna go all smooth from here... So I thought.
"What the fuck?!?" A high pitched voice boomed though the door. No, no, no!
