Forget me not

I sat on the old, brown, beat up couch, Harrys eyes never left me. We didnt have to speak.. All we had to do was look at eachother, and no words were needed. His loose shirt exposed his collar bone, he noticed my eyes had landed there.

He looked down at his shirt then staired back up at me. A small smile hinted on the curve of his lip. Walking perfectly towords me, i was frozen in the position that i sat. Sitting with my legs crossed, my hair hanging over my gray sweater dress.

He put his arms over my shoulders, and pressed his forhead on mine. His smell surrounded me, i let out a heavy breath. Closing my eyes i tried to hold in all of these thoughts. How was this man here, infront of me? How was this man in love with me..? How could he love someone who lost memory of him at random.

"Harry.. i"

"Shhh.." He said with his forhead still on mine.

He brought his fingers up to the back of my hair, and ran them through the strands.

"You dont have to speak" He whispered.. "Just be with me."