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eleven

*Norah's POV*

We left the club around two because Harry insisted on me getting a good night's sleep, even though I practically begged him to let me stay so we could dance.

"You have a soccer game at eight, baby," he reasoned as we walked into the freezing night air. The sky was coal black but because we lived in a smaller town, there was absolutely no fog and a zillion stars visible to the naked eye. It was gorgeous, and there were even tiny snowflakes drifting around as his hand slipped into mine.

"I was having fun," I pouted. "And I probably won't even play tomorrow."

"I thought your doctor cleared you like two weeks ago."

"He did," I sighed. "But my coach is too scared to put me in."

"That's his problem," he laughed. I rolled my eyes and pulled my hand out of his, a small whine escaping his lips as something caught my eye.

"Where does that lead to?" I wondered aloud as I walked towards a random fire escape on the side of a run-down building. "Huh. Weird."

"Probably the roof," he guessed, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I don't know, Nor."

"Well," I widened my eyes at him with a laugh. "Don't you want to climb it?"

He grinned. "Of course I do."

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"Come on baby," Harry called as he ran his fingers through his hair again. It was five am and for the last three hours, Harry and I had been sitting on this rooftop, laughing and taking turns screaming into the starry blackness over the city as the snowflakes continued to fall.

"Your father is going to kill me if I bring you home this late."

"So?" I shouted over the gusting wind. "You're already dead anyway, why not have some fun?"

"Let's go, seriously," he sighed as he gripped my elbow and helped me down from the ledge. "I need to get you fed and in bed, baby girl."

"I don't want to go," I whined into his warm chest. He gave me his jacket like two hours ago but I was still freezing, and he was incredibly warm. "And what do you want to eat?"

He just smiled and kissed my head softly. "I think you know, baby. I always want the same thing."

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We found some muffins and chocolate milk in Harry's refrigerator, so that was what we ate at five in the morning while sitting on the cold kitchen tile, his arm slung around my shoulders and my head on his shoulder.

"I really fùcking love chocolate milk," he grinned as he downed yet another glass. "If I'm ever mad, bring me chocolate milk."

"I'll remember that," I laughed lightly. "Okay, I'm going home. I can probably sneak back in before my parents wake up."

"Text me when you get home," he called as I left. The air was even colder now, and there was a pretty decent amount of snow blanketing the sidewalk between our houses.

I got safely into my house, then upstairs, but unfortunately ran right into my dad on my way to the bathroom.

He raised his eyebrows. "Norah, what are you doing?"

"Just going to use the bathroom," I smiled innocently.

"Aren't those Harry's clothes?"

Crap.

"Yes," I squeaked. He crossed his arms and I shifted slightly, trying to scope out an escape route as he stared me down.

"I don't want him staying the night over here anymore, Norah. And same goes for his house, you're not to spend the night with him unless his parents are home."