From The Dining Table [H.S]

Sleepy Girl

Primrose's POV:

"Primrose... welcome home." Harry pushed the door open, revealing the masterpiece inside. Immediately, I was hit with a welcoming scent of fresh flowers, and a warmly lit hallway showcased the high cut, arched doorways. Harry led me inside, kicking off his shoes and placing my suitcase by the door.

"Uhh... where shall I put my shoes?" I ask awkwardly, nervous to ruin any of the clearly expensive decorations.

"Anywhere, love." Harry laughed, and he watched as I unlaced my converse and placed them neatly next to the front door.

"Have you eaten?" He asks, walking through the arch and into the lounge. I trailed behind, feeling very out of place. Everything was so neat, so clean, so fancy. This was nothing like I imagined. My house is like a bus stop compared to this mansion. The lounge was painted a beautiful dark green colour, as dark wood covered the floor. Large, brown leather sofas sat boldly in the middle of the room, surrounding a gold rimmed coffee table with a glass top. Olive pillows accompanied the couches, neatly puffed and sat upright.

As I walked further into the room, the warm lighting followed me in. Tall lamps sat in each corner of the room, along with a rustic chandelier in the middle of the ceiling. My eyes were shocked to see these tall windows, pouring natural light into the room. Opposite the coffee table was a fireplace: the mantle decorated with candles, and trinkets. Hanging above was a huge Tv - definitely at least 50 inches.

Harry fell down into the sofa, throwing his feet up on his table. I stood stationery in the middle of the room, fiddling with the bracelet on my wrist. "You can sit down, you know." Harry smiles, throwing his arm over the top of the sofa and nodding his head towards the empty space next to him. My feet reluctantly shuffled along the floor towards Harry, and I perched on the very edge of the sofa.

Harry stared at me for a few moments, as I looked at the ground. A small exhale of laughter left his nose, before he moved his arms to my waist. I gave him a confused look, as he lightly lifted me onto the sofa. Harry returned his arm to the back of the sofa, and relaxed more into the cushion. However, I sat motionless and upright - terrified to move. I felt very out of place, like I didn't belong.

"C'mere." Harry hummed, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me down gently to rest on his shoulders. My hands still sat awkwardly in my lap, as I focused all my attention on Harry's dominant grip of my waist. Slowly, I relaxed into the sofa, loosening my posture and nuzzling my head slightly more into Harry. Gingerly, I lifted my arm and placed it lightly over Harry's legs.

"Are you okay?" He asked quietly, leaning his head over mine.

"Yeah, just nervous." I whisper back, closing my eyes momentarily as my hours of travelling catch up to me.