A Lost Object [h.s]

Chapter 23

Aurora

"I'm just going to the room next door," I reassured him. Harry looked back at me with sad eyes.

"Please. Stay with me."

I stared back at him for some seconds, taking in the sad look he was giving me. I nodded giving in. A barely there smile appeared on his lips. He released my arm, scooting more to the other side of the bed. I laid down next to him facing my back to him. I stared at the wall in front of me as I felt Harry pulling the covers over us. Harry shifted around in the bed, suddenly feeling his hot breath hitting the back of my neck. My eyes widened at how close he was. I didn't say anything about it. I stayed in my position, not moving an inch.

"I don't like being alone." He whispers near my ear. "Even though I'm always alone." He sighs a hint of anger and sadness in his voice. My eyes wandered the room. I would've never picture Harry as someone who was always alone. It was never good to be alone. That eventually leads to depression, amongst other things.

"Can you look at me?" He pleads quietly. My eyes continue to wander around as I made no movements. I don't think I would be able to make eye contact with him for a long period of time. I didn't want to admit it, but he did very much so intimidate me. Even in his drunken state. Not that I was sure he was drunk anymore. He must've been because he was very open about his feelings right about now. Sober Harry would never.

Harry rests his hand on top of my bare arm. I shut my eyes, taking in a deep breath. His touch always made me feel very weird. He was only acting like this because he wasn't in his right mind though. Sober Harry wouldn't want to touch me at all. I probably wouldn't have allowed it either.

"Please?"

It didn't take long for me to turn on my other side. Harry and I now facing eachother. His green eyes bore into my brown ones.

"I'm sorry for showing up unannounced...again."

"It's fine."

Harry closed his eyes for some seconds before opening them again. "Do you want to marry me?" He asks unexpectedly. I look at him with a blank stare. I wasn't sure if I was meant to be honest or lie at that moment. He seemed to be in a very sensitive state. I did not want to hurt his feelings. I mean, he probably wouldn't have even cared if I said no. We both were forced into this after all.

"We should go to sleep," I told him instead. Harry scooted closer to me, barely leaving any space between us.

"Answer me." He says. Harry's nose brushes against mine, his eyes quickly flickering to my lips before meeting my eyes again. My throat goes dry at his sudden actions. Harry's eyes continue to bore into mine as he waits for my reply, even though I had no plans on giving him an answer. If he wasn't as sensitive and drunk as he is right about now, I know I would've instantly given him an answer to his question.

In hopes to change the topic, I asked him a question, "Do you always drink?"

He shakes his head no. "Only on special occasions."

I wondered what the 'special occasion' was the first time he got drunk.

"Can I kiss you?" Harry asks. I stared at him for a long while, my brain literally going in circles. Harry stares back at me seeming so unfazed by his question. While I was very fazed. It was an odd question. Well, maybe not so odd, but very odd to me. Especially since we haven't even known each other for very long.

"No."

Harry's lips turn into a frown, but he nods instead. I was very thankful for that. I don't know what I would've done if he had kissed me again.

"Thank you for the birthday gift. I really love it."

"Your welcome. It was no big deal."

Harry's gaze finally leaves mine. He closes his eyes, taking in another deep breath. With his eyes closed, he speaks again. "You're the first person to get me a gift since forever... I appreciate it."

"I'm glad you do," I told him honestly.

Harry's eyes flicker open, suddenly his lips are on mine. Once again. I didn't make any movements. Neither did he. His lips still on mine. Unexpectedly, I find myself closing my eyes and kissing him back. Harry takes one of his hands, carefully placing it under my chin. The kiss was slow and soft. Nothing like the kisses I've had before. The kiss was tender, not lasting very long. Our lips disconnect. My eyes fall down to the little space between us on the bed. I take shaky and shallow breaths, in hopes to come to terms with what just happened.

My eyes once again flick up to Harry's, who was humming. "That was nice," He says with a feeble smile. I pursed my lips, so unsure of what to say. My mind was literally going insane. I can't believe that just happened. From the first day I met him I promised myself I would never let something like this happen. Here we are now. I quickly turned away from Harry, scooting away from him as well. My gaze focused on the white wall in front of me. My mind wandering every possible thought.

Harry made no more movements that night. I could hear his controled inhaling and exhaling after a while, letting me know that he had indeed fallen asleep. Me on the other hand, I found it very difficult to fall asleep. My brain just wouldn't let me. It was still trying to process what happened not long ago.