The Perfect Sky Is Torn

Chapter 17 - With Just One Look

Here's the promised chapter, and honestly I kind of hate it, but that's because of my own reasons. It's totally up to you guys if you like it, but I won't blame you if you don't.

Enjoy(:

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Chapter 17

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Words can not describe anything. Not my emotions, not my thoughts, not my confusion, nothing. Sometimes, words just aren't enough. Right now is one of those times.  

Harry stands before me, just on the other side of the doorway, but the doorway seems to make all the difference. On the other side, Harry stands in the dark, biting his lip, a nervous but hopeful expression on his face, opposed to the cheeky, happy lad he is when he's on this side of the doorway.  

As Harry's eyes meet mine, the instinct of fight or flight rages through my veins. The fight part wants me to settle this, actually talk to Harry and fix what happened between us, then decide if he can move back in. The flight part simply wants me to slam the door in his face and flee to the safety of his bedroom, pretending this never happened.  

Then, surprising the both of us, I throw myself at Harry, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, never wanting to let go. My eyes squeeze shut as I savor the moment; the first time in ages that Harry is wrapped in my arms.  

Slowly, cautiously, Harry's arms move around my waist then tighten, holding me to him, as if thinking the same thing I am: I am never letting go of this boy again.  

A few moment pass of Harry and I locked in the embrace, inhaling each other. Wow, I hadn't realized how much I missed the smell of Harry until now. The best scent in the world. The perfection of this is unexplainable. I finally feel at home, now that I'm in Harry's strong, warm arms. Beneath my skin, my heart patters against my ribs, beating so rapidly that it's a surprise it hasn't burst.  

Finally, I collect myself and reluctantly untangle myself from Harry, stepping back into the flat. Harry's eyes meet mine with obvious confusion and hope as he wonders if the hug means he can move back in. With a smirk on my face, I take a step back and gesture for Harry to come in.  

Harry's lips widen into a large grin as he gathers up his luggage that he dropped when I had pounced on him, and cautiously steps into his real home. Our home.  

I roll my eyes with my smirk still firmly in place and grab his suitcase, dragging it behind me as I make my way down the hallway to his bedroom.  

The smile on my face instantly drops when I step in, though. My blankets are splayed all over his bed and the note he'd written me is out in the open on the pillow. Suddenly, the note doesn't seem so personal now that Harry can see that I've read it.  

Blushing furiously, I drop his suitcase and gather up my belongings, including the note, and keep my eyes down as I bustle across the room to leave as quickly as possible. Just as I am about to slide past Harry, however, he puts his hand against the doorframe, his arm blocking my path.   My eyes widen considerable as I realize I'm trapped and can feel Harry's warm breath tickling my neck. Gulping, I raise my gaze to meet his confused, yet amused green eyes. "Boo... Did you... Did you sleep in here while I was gone?"  

Feeling my cheeks grow even redder, I drop my gaze back to the floo and shuffle my bare feet, obviously uncomfortable. Quickly, I decide lying is the least humiliating way to explain myself. "Yeah, uh, the heater's broken in my room."  

Not believing me, Harry keeps his arm in my path, narrowing his eyes at me, staring at me so intensely it makes me feel vulnerable, naked, as if he can see straight into my soul.