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)-


7. CH. 7

It was now 8 and I Harry still hasn't left yet. "You should go now." I said. I finally got my own seat on the couch and no longer had to sit in his lap. "Why?" He asked. "Well, its getting late. And you've been here all day." I said. "If I've been here all day, why not stay all night?" He had a cheeky grin. "You would have to sleep on the couch." I argued.

He smirked before replying, "I beg to differ." He said, then stood and walked towards my room. "What are you doing?" I followed him to see what he was up to. "Your bed is just so comfy. I think I'll sleep here tonight." He turned to lay on his stomach and gripped the pillow.

"No, Harry!"

I walked over to the bed and tried pushing him off, but he was to heavy to make him even budge. "Harry, come on. You either need to go back to your apartment or sleep on the couch." I said. "But I'm already comfy right here." His eyes were closed and he had a cocky smile.

"Ugh, fine. I guess I'll sleep on the couch." I grabbed a blanket off the bed, along with a pillow that Harry had his head on. "Hey." He whined. I walked into the living room and sat down my pillow then plopped onto the couch, snuggling into the blanket.

I was about to fall asleep when I felt like I was being lifted. "Harry? Stop! Put me down!" He was carrying me over his shoulder into my room. He then sat me on the bed. "Harry, what are doing?" I asked, grumpy. "That couch looked uncomfortable, so I brought you in here with me." He smiled.

I could tell he was really trying to be nice, but I just don't want to be caught up with him anymore. "Harry I was perfectly fine on the couch." I said.

"Well, you can be  perfectly fine in here." He walked to the other side of the bed and crawled in. "Harry..." - "Emma, just relax." He whispered.

I did so and closed my eyes. I felt him scoot closer and wrap and arm around my side, pulling me into him. I didn't bother to complain.

Because honestly...

I missed this.

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