Worthless Beauty L.S *Under Massive Editing*

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After our small session Harry took a shower and met me back on the couch and although he had plenty of clothes to wear he decided to wear mine. Which by the way he looked absoulty adorable in. "What do you wanna do now?" I asked. He raised an eyebrow.

I thought he had a good idea but all he said was, "I don't know" and shrugged. I stared at him for a while and smiled as an idea came to my mind.

"Come on." I stood up and extended my hand for him to take. He took it and I helped him up. I ran to my room still holding his hand and then jumped on the bed to grab my pillows. "Help me. Grab all these pillows and take them to the lounge." He looked confused but nonetheless grabbed some pillows. To be honest I use every pillow i own which so happens to be eleven. I grabbed my blankets and ran to the living room. I took the cushions off the couch and threw them at Harry.

"Oi!" He glared at me but i just gave him an innocent look.

"Come on Hazzy help me build....." I stopped, realizing what I had just said, I gave him a nickname, one that fit him quite well but then again I can't get too attached. I like helping people more than anything but every time I look at him my heart flutters (and just all those girly emotions).

"Hazzy?" I looked down blushing but then smiling up at him and nodding.

"You can call me Lou." I suggested knowing he's called me that before.

He hesitated a bit before saying, "o-okay."

"Come on. Lets get to building a fort." His eyes lit up and I could feel my heart warm at the sight. He grabbed a pillow and chucked it at me, it hit my face since I wasn't fast enough to move out of the way.

"Sorry.... Not sorry." He smiled innocently. I rolled my eyes before throwing one back at him. He giggled and we started building.

"Here let me see that." I said as he picked up the last pillow. He handed it to me and I got in the small fort. "Are you coming in mister?" He quickly got in and it was cramped but we managed as I layed down and he layed beside me with a single pillow under both of our heads.

"Beautiful isn't it." He said with a smile on his face. It was that first real smile and it made me so happy.

I stared at him before answering with, "it is." He glanced at me and got a bit closer.

"What's it like?" He asked.

"What's what like?"

"Being Happy, it's been so long I've forgotten what it's like."

I bit my lip, what was I supposed to tell him? That I had a perfect life? Cause I didn't, mine was just as bad as Harrys maybe even worse but I wasn't going to tell him that he'd probably call me a hypocrite. So I did what I had to and told a white lie, "I don't know, feels normal?"

"I wouldn't know what normal was." He stated.

"Happy is being here with you." I said cheesily, I knew it was wrong but I couldn't help but try and be cute with him, but of course he ruined the moment by yawning, "Is my place really that boring?" He nodded and giggled. "Then we'll have to do something about that."

"Yea we will." He yawned again causing me to yawn as well. Harry turned a bit and layed his head on my chest, running his fingers up and down my stomach. "Does this bother you?" He whispered.

Of course It bothered me, I wonder if he could hear my heart thumping quickly, even if it did bother me -not because I didn't enjoy it but because I liked it too much- I was allowing it. "Not at all." He hoisted him self up and stared at me intently.