I had been in the library since 6pm and now, it was about 2 in the morning. I was surrounded by stacks of books, notes and paper boxes of cold Chinese food. Sitting back in the hard wooden chair I stretched out, my sweater sleeves held in my palms. I glanced up when I heard a cough, glancing around for the source.
A mop of floppy brown hair was peeping out of a grey beanie, a flannel hoodie popped up over his head. Hands shoved in vest pockets and baggy snow pants covering his boots, Harry nodded to me. I waved him over, yawning a little. He threw himself down on the sofa beside me, propping his feet up on the table and putting his arms behind his head.
"I went by your room but your roommate said I could find you here. She hates me," he rubbed his eyes and grinned at me lazily. "I thought we could do something, I can’t sleep."
"I have so much work to do, finals are next week. I can’t just drop everything to entertain you," I knew I was shaking and probably sounded a little crazy. School was beyond stressing me out. I picked a book up and start flipping through it trying to find the page I needed. "Harry, the biggest tests of my life are next week!"
"Yeah, next week," he stood up and plucked the book out of my hands.
"Hey! Give that back!" I stood up, trying to get the book back.
"Nope. You need a break and I need some fun, so no more studying tonight. You’re going to die or something if you keep stressing yourself out like this," he said, holding my book above his head while I jumped and tried to reach it.
"No Harry," I stomped my feet at him, "now give me back my book, go back to your room and go to bed."
"I won’t!"
"I’m going to keep studying, I’m not going to go outside into the cold," I sat back down, pulling paper towards me. Harry chuckled, put the book down and sat down on my desk.
"This is the last time I’m going to be nice about it," I could see him trying not to grin.
"Harry do not even think about it, I swear to God, do not-" he scooped me up, tossing me over his shoulder and I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of me.
"See! You’re laughing! God I knew you were just being stubborn. Or maybe you’re finally going mad," he shrugged, putting me down. "Come on, put on your coat. I brought you these," he handed me ski pants, "we’re going to go play outside. In the snow." I brightened at that.
"It finally snowed? I love snow!" I was now bouncing up and down.
"I know you do!" he was grinning now, the skin around his eyes crinkling he was smiling so widely. "That’s why I’m here. Snow." I zipped my coat up to my chin and struggled to keep the ski pants up.
"These damn pants are huge Harry. And you know you’re here because you looooove me," I sang, poking his cheek. He blushed and cleared his throat, not making eye contact with me. But then he shook his head and his smile was back.
"Well you can take them off and play in the snow in your sweats but that doesn’t sound like much fun and I know you’ll be whiney as hell," I punched him in the arm.
"Shut up! I don’t whine, you yeti-sized bone head!" I said defensively. He laughed again and offered me his arm.
"My lady?"
"You’re the worst," I hooked my arm through his.
"That seems like a fair statement," he saw me glance at my bag, "leave it. It’s 2am no one will touch it."
"Fine, but we have to come back and get it," he nodded and we moved to the door, cold air rushing in as he pushed it open. I yelped a little and curled into his side.
