Wishful Thinking

I never expected to see him again. I thought I had lost him for good. I thought I was free. But, I guess it was just wishful thinking. -(*warning* ~ suggested rating: 15+ - for sexual scenes, drug use, violence, language)-

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14. CH. 14

-Harry's P.O.V.-

Emma's cup sat on the provided coffee table. She was sleeping with her head in my lap. Her chest rose with every breath she took. I played with her hair, feeling how soft it was. I smiled down at her. I do miss her, honestly. But I really messed up back then. If I could change that day, I would probably still have Emma.

I slowly moved her head from my lap as I stood from the couch. I went to my room to grab some clothes to sleep in. I then went into the bathroom to take a shower. My clothes were laying on the counter, and I turned on the water, waiting for it to get warm. Once I felt it heat up, I pulled the knob to turn on the shower. I stepped in, and cleaned myself.

I scrubbed my body with soap and rinsed off.  Also, I rinsed my hair from the shampoo.

The water knob was now turned off and I stepped out to get a towel to dry off. I slid on my boxers and sweatpants, then shook my head, flinging water around the bathroom.

When I went back to the living room, Emma was still asleep. So, I picked her up, carful not to wake her, and carried to the bed. Once she was all tucked in, I slid in next to her.

My arm draped over her waist as I pulled her closer.

I just wish we could go back to the way we were.

-Emma's P.O.V.-

I woke up once it was morning, and saw I was not on the couch were I remembered being last night. I turned to my other side and saw Harry sleeping next to me. I guess he carried me in here last night. I sighed and looked at all the tattoos that I have not seen before. I suppose he got new ones. There was now a butterfly on his torso, on his arm he had a rose. o.O

The tattoos did surprise me a bit. I would expect him to have gotten something tougher. But I guess that shows his softy side.

I traced the butterfly, which I ended up waking Harry. "Uh, sorry." I said. He laughed softly. "Don't worry, you're fine." His voice was raspy and deep from just waking up. He yawned and stretched his arms up. "How'd you sleep?" Harry asked. "Good, thanks for putting me in the bed." I said.

"Anytime." He winked.

I closed my eyes again, just to do it. "You going back to sleep?" Asked Harry. "No... just, resting." I mumbled. "Alright, well when you finish resting, breakfast should be ready. I'm going out to get it, since I don't have the right supplies for meals." He dug through his dresser looking for a shirt.

"Oh, ok." I replied. I spread out over the bed, leaving no more room.

Harry left to get breakfast, and I just lay in bed. I started thinking, and then I though about work. "Shit!" I yelled and jumped from the bed. I scurried through my pants from yesterday and grabbed my phone. 5 missed calls from Stacy. Ugh. I decided to call her.

"Emma! Why aren't you at work? You should have been here about," She paused, to which I'm guessing, look at the nearest clock for the time, "3 hours ago!" She yelled. "I'm so sorry, Stacy. I got caught up with a visitor who decided to show up out of no where. I will be there by noon. Is that ok?" I asked.

I heard her sigh with annoyance and frustration. "No later than noon, Emma. You're lucky I'm not firing your ass."

"Thank you so much. And of course." I said. She hung up and I let out a breath. "Ugh. Glad that's over." I mumbled. I quickly went back to my apartment to get into my uniform.

I managed to get back to Harry's apartment before he did, but barely.

He came through the door with two bags, and two plastic cups of orange juice. "Thank you." I said, helping him with the food. "No problem." He smiled.

"Are you going to work?" He asked noticing my change in clothes. "I have to be there by noon. Stacy isn't too happy with me." I explained. "Stacy?" He asked. "My boss."  -  "Oh."

We sat at the coffee table and ate breakfast. I checked my phone for the time. "Emma, will you calm down. That's like the 10th time you checked your phone in 5 minutes." Harry said.

"I just don't want to lose track of time." I said. "You'll be fine. Would you like me to give you a lift?" He offered. "Yes, please." I said before taking a bite.

We had finished breakfast and Harry gave me a lift to work. I go out, but Harry wanted to say something. "I'll pick you up. What time do you get off?" He asked. "Nah, its ok. I'll walk." I said. "Don't be ridiculous, you can ride with me. Or on me if you prefer." He smirked. I rolled my eyes. "I'm fine Harry." I replied. "Indeed you are."

"Harry! You know what I meant." I answered annoyed.

"I'm ok with walking home, you go do whatever." I added.

He drove off and I walked into the diner. "Its about time you show up!" Stacy yelled from the kitchen, causing a few customers to look over. I ignored her and went to put on my apron.

"Who's up?" I asked referring to which table I need to serve. "Table 17." Stacy said. I walked across the diner to my given table.

I got to the table, and pulled out my notebook first, before even looking at the customer. "Welcome, how may I help you." I asked, then lifted my head to make eye contact.

"Emma? Ha, long time no see, eh?" The person asked. My eyes widen, and I was not to please who had decided to show up.

"Shit."

 

 

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