I wake up the same way I fell asleep, to the sound of Harry's heart beat. I really don't know why but it's my favorite sound. I feel like his is different than everyone else's.
My blonde hair is fanned across Harry's chest, so I gather the mess of waves in one hand and tie it into a ponytail. I try and not wake Harry up when I remove his tightly wrapped arms from around my body. I push myself off the couch and look back down at Harry. His lips are slightly parted and every once and a while his eyes would flutter in his sleep, making it seem like he was dreaming and I can't help but wonder what he's dreaming about. My feet pad quietly across the wood floor to exit the room but I am interrupted by a quiet and worried voice coming from behind me.
"Luna?" Harry asks sitting up. His face is flushed and his eyes search the room as if he's looking for something.
"Yea, are you okay?" I walk back over to the couch and sit down where I was laying minuets ago. He doesn't say anything he just gently guides me to lay back down but this time we manage to squeeze into the same couch. Our legs tangle together to make more room on the couch and I put my head in the crook of his neck. I really didn't think I was that tired until I laid back down with Harry. He wraps his long arms around me and pulls me as close to him as possible and buries his face into my neck.
"Harry what's wrong?" I finally say, my voice surprises me by coming out much sleepier than I expected.
He sits up enough to make eye contact with me. His eyes look terrified and his eyebrows are furrowed.
"I had a dream... that you left. You moved away and never came back. And the worst part was that you seemed un-phased like you were throwing every single memory you had of us away." He says, tears threatening his eyes but he buries his head into my neck again before the tears spill out. I've never seen Harry like this, ever. I wrap my arms around his back and and hold him as tight as I can.
" I'm right here, Im never leaving Harry." My voice is sturdy and confident of my words.
"Good." His voice cracks and I can feel hot tears on my shoulder even though he's trying to hide it.
"Harry, do you remember that time when we were little and I came over in the middle of the night because I was scared, and I was to scared to tell you?" I ask.
"Yea why?" He sniffles.
"I had that exact same dream that night. I was convinced you left, so I needed to check and when I got there I found you sleeping in your little race car bed." I laugh as the hot tears run down my cheeks.
"I would never leave you, Luna." He assures me.He looks back up at me with tear stained cheeks. More tears pinch out of his eyes every time he blinks as he presses his thumb agents my cheek and slowly wipes he tears from my face but more return.
When we realize we're not going to stop crying any time soon he forcefully wraps his arms around me once more and I do the same. He sobs into my shoulder and I do the same.
"When you do leave one day, Luna, to go to college or work or anything, please don't ever forget me." He gasps for air and his words just make me cry even more.
"I'm never leaving, Harry you need to know that. I'm never leaving you." I tell him and I feel his body relax.
When we can't cry anymore, Harry dries our tears off again and I lay my head back down on his chest. My puffy eyes feel heavy and before I know it I'm drifting off to sleep.
"I love you Luna." I Hear a deep voice say from above me and my heart flutters at the words even though I know it's just my dreaming.
My eyes flutter open and i immedietly smell Anne's famous rasberry pancakes. It muat have been really early when i first woke up if Anne is just now making breakfast. I try to lift myself off of the couch, but i dont budge. Harry has his arms completley wraped around me and mine are the same around him. Our legs are all tangled up and i doubt i will be able to get out of his grip without waking him up. His chin rest on top of my head and my face is burried into his sweater he slept in. ive never really been this close to Harry since we were little and i have to admit it feels amazing to to be back in his arms where i haven't been in years.I never really realized how good he smells. I can smell a hint of cologne but theres something else that smells like home. I cant describe it but i remember it perfectly. My mind travels back to when Harry and i were little and we would travel back and fourth between houses, since he only lived down the street, and i remembered how different they smelled. My house always smelled sort of musky because of the wood our house was made out of, but as soon as i stepped into Harrys house, i was hit with a tilde wave of smells. His house always smelled like raspberries and it depended on what else Anne was cooking at the time but there was always raspberries. I start to tear up thinking about all of the memories but stop myself. I think ive had enough crying for the next few weeks.
I manage to untangle myself from Harry, but just as i squeeze my arm out from under him his eyes shoot open and he stiffens but quickly relaxes once he takes in his surroundings. I smile at him and tell him i was just goinng to get breakfast. He smiles back and slowly pushes himself off of te couch and follows me out to the kitchen.
Just as we leave the room i feel his long fingers intertwine with mine and my hear jumps at his actions. Does he feel the same way about me as i feel about him? Weather or not he does theres no way i can tell him how i feel, because if he doesnt feel the same then i would ruin our entire friendship we've built up over the years, and i really cant do that to either of us. I look up at him and smile and he returns the gesture and gives my hand a small squeeze. God i love him.
