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Emilys' POV
So yeah, back to the Harry-at-my-doorstep part.
Harry, whom I had not seen for about six months, was standing outside my house, grinning.
I should've hugged him, smiled, been happy that he was home and stuff. But I did something entirely different.
I slapped him. And it was a rather hard one.
"Ow, what the fuck was that for?" he shouted, rubbing his cheek, which had a red hand mark across it.
"You've been gone for six months, and not one call or text or email or message or whatever," I snapped back, glaring.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised, "Em, I'm sorry, I was really busy -"
"Don't give my any of that I-was-busy bullshit...you could've taken just 2 minutes to let me know how you were," I said defiantly.
"But what if I really was busy?" said Harry, his lips starting to curve into a smile.
"I have another hand and you have another cheek. Would you like a dose of deja vu?" I said, glaring at him.
He laughed. The boy had the nerve to laugh. "Well, what're you laughing at now?" I said, looking up at him.
"You look cute when you're angry at me," he smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets casually.
I rolled my eyes. "Stop trying to distract me, Styles. Explain yourself," I said, trying my best to appear pissed off.
"You never bothered to text me either, so we're even," he answered non-chalantly. God, his smartness can be annoying.
"Okay fine, I give up," I said, breaking into a smile. "I missed you really."
He engulfed me into a hug. "I know you did, I missed you too," he beamed back at me.
"Yeah, you can come inside now, you know," I said, smirking.
"Oh, thanks. Standing outside was getting slightly weird," he chuckled. He walked inside and jumped onto the couch. Looking around he said, "Nothing's changed here, has it?" as he smiled.
"Actually, quite a lot has." I said, fiddling with my fingers.
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