Capturing Time [H.S.]

Chapter 7

HARRY'S POV

I was still fucking fuming by the time I got home. She'd fucking left. Again. I noticed Willow's car in the driveway. Good. Her and I could have a row and straighten it all out.

All of that went out the bloody window when I walked into the living room and saw her sleeping on the sofa. She had a book open on her stomach.

Norwegian Wood. I'd mentioned it took her a while back. Said how I thought it was lovely. One of my favorite books.. Her curly hair was splayed all around her. She looked so peaceful. So beautiful.

So innocent.

Too good for me.

Leaning down I took the book off her chest and placed it on the coffee table next to her laptop.

I pressed a kiss to her forehead then went to shower. When I got out of the shower my mates and Nina still weren't back. They had probably gone to grab a beer.

I wandered downstairs to find Willow still sleeping on the couch. So I sat on the cushion next to her head and turned on the television. Friends reruns. I put my feet on the coffee table, and started to sketch out my idea for her tattoo.

Willow shifted in her sleep. She shivered. I grabbed the blanket on the back of the sofa and draped it over her. She moved her head to my lap then turned her body towards me. Her legs curled up, and her arms wrapped around my waist. She let out a soft sigh.

I put my sketch book down, so I could run my hand over her hair.

It was soft.

Niall, Colson, Zayn, Louis, and Liam burst through the door. Nina and Sasha right behind them. Laughing and being loud as fuck.

"Shut up!" I hissed at them.

It was too late the loud bang had woken Willow. She jumped then realized her face was in my lap.

"Ohmigod." She sat straight up. "Sorry." She mumbled. Moving away from me.

Fucking morons.

"What's going on in here?" Colson glared. Looking between Willow and I.

If it was possible she got redder. "I um...I...I'm going to go home."

She stood up and grabbed the blanket to wrap around herself.

"You can sleep in my room." I said at the same time that Louis provided. "You can bunk in mine I'm going out."

I glared at him. He coughed into his hand.

She looked at him. "That's okay. I'll just go home."

Colson opened his mouth to say something, I noticed Sasha put her hand on his arm. I also noticed that he snapped his mouth closed. That's fucking suspicious.

She's not driving home. She can barely keep her eyes open, and she's not going home with Nina or Sasha. They've been drinking.

That's it. I stood up. Grasped the nape of her neck, and led her toward the stairs. We got up to my bedroom I shut the door then released her nape. "Why are you avoiding me?"

She looked at me like I'd grown two heads. "I'm not."

"Rubbish." I shook my head at her. "Do I need to go get the tequila so you use your words?"

Her eyes narrowed. "I'm off tequila."

"Willow." I warned.

"Don't, Harry." She snaps. "You don't get to act like you like me."