Ever Since New York // H.S. - ON HOLD

CHAPTER 28 - YOU SAY

A/N - HEY LOVELIES!!! So sorry this took so long...anyway...the italics are flashbacks and most of this chapter is Ev recalling the past week of her life...enjoy :)

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Scrunching my eyes shut, I groan as the sun shines through my bedroom window. Being sensitive to it, I feel the impending hammering of a headache behind my eyes as I roll over and glance at my phone on the bedside table.

6:58 AM.

Ugh. Another day of fucking misery.

It has officially been a week since all things went to shit between Harry and I.

Okay, that is a wee bit of an exaggeration, but this week has been hands down, without a doubt, the worst one I have had in well over a year.

Following the avalanche that was my life's story, Harry and I stayed put on the couch as he whispered words of reassurance and sang softly in my ear to keep my emotions at bay. I don't know what voodoo magic possesses him, but he truly is the only thing that eases my mind now-a-days.

Ginny leapt down the stairs not long after and I was struck with guilt as I had completely forgotten she was napping. Yeah, clearly I am mother of the year, aren't I?

Harry had ordered the three of us some pizza and snacks as we watched Disney movies and cuddled on the couch. Ginny claimed her spot on Harry's lap for the entirety of the night, but he did not fail to keep me close as he wrapped his arm around my back, resting his hand on the side of my hip as he grazed delicate touches into the skin under my sweatshirt.

My mind couldn't help but wander, skipping back and forth like a rock over water. There was so much more Harry and I needed to talk about, but I was so utterly exhausted that it was going to have to wait for another day.

At some point, one I do not remember, I had fallen asleep only to be woken up by tender kisses to my forehead.

"Harry?" I croak out as my voice is hoarse from the amount of crying I had done tonight. Rubbing the back of my hand over my eyes, I sit up straight from my slumped position on the sofa.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you, my love...I just brought G upstairs. You two were out cold...It was kind of adorable." He says sweetly as a slight chuckle escapes him. Rolling my eyes, I push him by his shoulder away from me at his remark.

"What? It was..." Glaring at him through squinted eyes, I see him smiling sheepishly at me as he shrugs his shoulders upward, raising his hands in an 'I don't know' gesture.

"Shut up..." I groan as my fingertips press into my eyes, rubbing harshly to wake myself up. Sighing, I feel Harry brush my hair off my shoulder and smooth some of it out of my face. No doubt it is a ridiculous mop on the top of my head at the moment.

He brings the same hand to the back of my neck, pressing his fingertips deeply into my skin and massaging away the undeniable tension knotting my muscles. A hum escapes my chest as I sigh once more and hang my head downward slightly, giving him more space to work with. Keeping my eyes closed blissfully, I indulge in the warmth of his touch as the chill of his rings sends goosebumps down my spine.

After a few minutes, Harry clears his throat as his hand slips from my neck and down my back gently. Turning my head toward him, my eyes flutter open, taking in his appearance for the gazillionth time tonight. His lips turn upward as he catches my eyes outlining his figure.

"Ehm-It's getting kind of late..." He states as his hand lingers on my lower back. My eyes flash toward the clock hanging above the television. And he is right, it is late. My eyebrows raise upward as my eyes widen slightly, panic invading my gut at the thought of him leaving right now.