Obsessive || continuation ||

121.

Arabella's point of view

I sat on the couch in Harry's office, reading a magazine I had gotten from his desk as he worked. His beautiful features obviously stressed, as he occasionally let out a groan, letting his head fall into his hands. I had no idea how long I had slept for, since Harry had no clocks in his office, and my phone had died.

"What time is it?" I asked, obviously surprising harry, his head snapping up to look at me, his eyes a new shade of green, one I had never seen before. It was a mix of stress,anger,concern and hurt. I furrowed my brows, setting my magazine down, walking over him.

"You okay?" I asked, walking behind him, gently rubbing his shoulders. His eyes slowly closing as a few soft moans left his lips.

"Yeah, just trying to figure this stuff out." His husky voice spoke, his hands gesturing to the papers spread across his desk. He was obviously distressed, as he flipped through the pages before dropping his head into hands yet again.

"Harry, it's late , you're obviously stressed and tired. Maybe you should call it a day, head home and get some rest." I spoke softly into his ear, wrapping my arms around his neck. He huffed, setting the papers down, and turning to look at me.

"You know I love you so much, right baby?" He said, his green eyes full of sorrow, i furrowed my brows , nodding my head.

"Of course I do. I love you too." I said, his face falling in relief, he nodded his head, grabbing the things he had brought , and muttering a quiet "let's go." I followed behind him, until I realized I left my phone sitting in the couch.

"Harry! I left my phone." I called out to him. He stopped and turned to look at me, annoyance on his face.

"Run back and get it, and hurry up." He spit, obviously annoyed. I snatched the keys from his hands, running back down the hall and opening the door. I walked over to where I was sitting, grabbed my phone and turned around, then something caught my eye. A journal sitting in the edge of Harry's desk. I walked over to it, and brushed my hand along the top of it. He journals? I thought to myself. I opened the book, seeing doodles of a little boy, with brown curly hair, and hazel eyes. I furrowed my brows, "what is this?" I whispered. I flipped the page to see a girl wearing a big ball gown dress, with a veil , long brown hair that was curled, some of it pinned up, she was beautiful.

Then it dawned on me, I gasped and slammed the book shut. It was me, Harry had drawn a picture of me.

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I know this is a rly short chapter but I just wanted to give a small chapter for you guys to snack on while I create the next one, which will be longer, juicer and have loads of drama SO BE READY FOR THE TEA.