Will You Stay?
Chapter 7
I had five days until my mom would come back home, and I was completely and utterly bored. There was a huge thunderstorm going on outside, and the weatherpeople were saying it would last for around a week. I didn't mind though, I absolutely loved thunderstorms. I liked how the lightning could brighten up a whole room, and how the thunder made my pulse speed up. It was thrilling! I was lying on the couch reading a new book I had bought, and I was interrupted by the doorbell.
I looked through the peephole and my heart lifted. It was Harry! I quickly swung open the door, and I was engulfed in one of Harry's famous bear hugs. He was a little wet from the run from his car to my front door.
"Hello, love" He whispered as we pulled apart.
"Harry, I didn't know you were coming." I couldn't take the smile off of my face, and neither could he. I grabbed his hand, shut the door, and led him to the kitchen.
"Do you want anything?" I asked him.
"Umm, no thanks. I haven't seen you for a few days, and I missed you." Harry looked down at his shoes, and I could've sworn I saw his cheeks redden. But as soon as he looked back up, the blush was gone.
"Yeah, what have you been doing lately? My mom's away for her job, so I haven't gone out much."
I pulled out a bottle of lemonade, and sat down next to him on the bar-stools.
"What's your mom's job?" He asked.
"Oh, she travels to a bunch of places around the world and teaches advanced yoga classes. It's kinda funny when you think about it, but she gets a lot of money." I explained to him.
"So you stay here on your own?"
I nodded.
Harry didn't seem to like the idea of me being alone.
"I'll be alright, Harry, I can take care of myself." I tried reassuring him. I thought about Jace. Maybe that's why Harry looked worried. Then, something came to me.
"Harry! I haven't shown you around my house yet!" I screamed. The look on his face was priceless. I grabbed his arm, and pulled him to his feet.
"This is the kitchen!" Then, I pulled him back into the living room, then the fireplace area, then back to the kitchen, going through the swinging door in the corner, which led to the dining room, screaming out the names of the rooms as we went. We went back through the kitchen, past the fireplace, and up the spiral stairs. I showed him the Junkyard, blushing at how bad it looked. I then led him down the long hallway to my room, but before sliding open the doors, I said, "Ok, before we go in, I have to warn you, it's a tiny bit messy."
"I won't mind." He smirked. I slid one door open and pulled him through. The piles of magazines and papers were all over the bed and the floor. It wasn't as bad as I thought.
"That's a lot of books," He looked at me smiling, "I didn't know you read this much."
Harry stayed with me for the rest of the day. We sat and talked about whatever we wanted, we watched movies, we basically had the best time of our lives. But when our last movie ended, I looked over at Harry, sprawled out on the couch, and saw he was asleep.
"Looks like you're staying with me tonight, Harry." I mumbled to myself, smiling at how peaceful he looked. I closed my eyes, and drifted off as well.
****HARRY'S POV****
I woke up to a dark room, and immediately sat up. I recognized the fireplace, and the beautiful girl sleeping on the couch next to me. Meadow. It was 3:26 in the morning, so I walked over to Meadow's side, and carried her up the stairs. She didn't weigh much, surprisingly. The doors to her room were still open from when she gave me the grande tour, so I stepped inside, and set her down as carefully as I could. As I was walking back out of her doors, I heard her mumbling in her sleep. Was she saying my name? I walked back to her side to hear better.
"H-Harry... come back..." I was sure that was what she said. Her hand twitched, so I gently took her hand in mine, laying down on the other side of her. She stopped mumbling and relaxed.
"Night, Meadow." I whispered, kissing her on her forehead.
****MEADOW'S POV****
I woke up to the sun streaming through my huge bay window, and someone's familiar arms around me. I smiled a bit as I realized it was Harry. I looked up at his face, to see he was waking up as well.
"Good morning." I said brightly, as he looked around.
"Mornin'," He mumbled in his incredibly deep morning voice.
I freed myself from his arms, and got up. I was still in my rainbow onesie from yesterday, my hair in a braid. I went downstairs to the kitchen, and got out a bowl, a spoon, milk, and Honey Nut Cheerios (My favorite breakfast EVER). I got my bowl, and sat down at the breakfast bar, (As you may have noticed, the kitchen table isn't used very often) and turned on the news. The thunderstorm was taking a break, I noticed, but it looked like it would come back later on in the day. Harry walked in, looking more awake now.
"You can eat whatever, Haz" Before Harry had fallen asleep last night, we agreed that I could call him Haz as a nickname. He ruffled through the fridge for a moment before pulling out an apple. After rinsing it off, he sat next to me and we listened to the newslady talk about accidents on the highway. My mind wandered off to the dream I had had last night. I was with Harry, and we were walking around the bad parts of our town in the dark. A group of tall guys with their faces hidden by hoods came after us, ripping Harry's hand away from my own, and taking Harry away with them. I yelled after him, but he was gone. What did that mean? Was something gonna happen to Harry?
"So, Meadow, I was thinking we could go to a movie today?" The sound of his voice took me away from my worrying thoughts and back to reality.
"Yeah, sure, what are we seeing?" I asked.
"I'm not sure yet, we can decide when we're there." I nodded my head. I finished my cereal, and set my bowl in the sink. I would have to wash the dishes soon, because the sink was overflowing.
"I'm gonna get in the shower." I said over my shoulder.
After a cold shower, I put on my jean shorts, a white tank top, and a Mickey Mouse sweater, and headed back downstairs. Harry was reading my book on the bottom step. He looked up at me, and said, smirking, "You like reading romance novels?"
"Yes, I'm a girl. I like those things." Snatching up the book, I walked down the front hallway and set the book on the pullout couch in the book room. I closed the door as I walked out, and saw Harry was leaning against the wall. He grabbed me before I could get past him, and hugged me tightly to his chest. I had my arms around his waist when he spoke. "You were talking in your sleep last night, babe." Oops. Oh god, what did I say?
"Mmm. What did I say?" I hoped I wasn't crying.
"Well I think you only said my name. You wanna talk about it?" His voice rumbled in his chest, against the side of my face.
"No, I'm alright, Harry." I stood on my toes and kissed him on the cheek, to show that I was fine.
"Okay. Now how about that movie?" I nodded, looking forward to more time with him.
I looked through the peephole and my heart lifted. It was Harry! I quickly swung open the door, and I was engulfed in one of Harry's famous bear hugs. He was a little wet from the run from his car to my front door.
"Hello, love" He whispered as we pulled apart.
"Harry, I didn't know you were coming." I couldn't take the smile off of my face, and neither could he. I grabbed his hand, shut the door, and led him to the kitchen.
"Do you want anything?" I asked him.
"Umm, no thanks. I haven't seen you for a few days, and I missed you." Harry looked down at his shoes, and I could've sworn I saw his cheeks redden. But as soon as he looked back up, the blush was gone.
"Yeah, what have you been doing lately? My mom's away for her job, so I haven't gone out much."
I pulled out a bottle of lemonade, and sat down next to him on the bar-stools.
"What's your mom's job?" He asked.
"Oh, she travels to a bunch of places around the world and teaches advanced yoga classes. It's kinda funny when you think about it, but she gets a lot of money." I explained to him.
"So you stay here on your own?"
I nodded.
Harry didn't seem to like the idea of me being alone.
"I'll be alright, Harry, I can take care of myself." I tried reassuring him. I thought about Jace. Maybe that's why Harry looked worried. Then, something came to me.
"Harry! I haven't shown you around my house yet!" I screamed. The look on his face was priceless. I grabbed his arm, and pulled him to his feet.
"This is the kitchen!" Then, I pulled him back into the living room, then the fireplace area, then back to the kitchen, going through the swinging door in the corner, which led to the dining room, screaming out the names of the rooms as we went. We went back through the kitchen, past the fireplace, and up the spiral stairs. I showed him the Junkyard, blushing at how bad it looked. I then led him down the long hallway to my room, but before sliding open the doors, I said, "Ok, before we go in, I have to warn you, it's a tiny bit messy."
"I won't mind." He smirked. I slid one door open and pulled him through. The piles of magazines and papers were all over the bed and the floor. It wasn't as bad as I thought.
"That's a lot of books," He looked at me smiling, "I didn't know you read this much."
Harry stayed with me for the rest of the day. We sat and talked about whatever we wanted, we watched movies, we basically had the best time of our lives. But when our last movie ended, I looked over at Harry, sprawled out on the couch, and saw he was asleep.
"Looks like you're staying with me tonight, Harry." I mumbled to myself, smiling at how peaceful he looked. I closed my eyes, and drifted off as well.
****HARRY'S POV****
I woke up to a dark room, and immediately sat up. I recognized the fireplace, and the beautiful girl sleeping on the couch next to me. Meadow. It was 3:26 in the morning, so I walked over to Meadow's side, and carried her up the stairs. She didn't weigh much, surprisingly. The doors to her room were still open from when she gave me the grande tour, so I stepped inside, and set her down as carefully as I could. As I was walking back out of her doors, I heard her mumbling in her sleep. Was she saying my name? I walked back to her side to hear better.
"H-Harry... come back..." I was sure that was what she said. Her hand twitched, so I gently took her hand in mine, laying down on the other side of her. She stopped mumbling and relaxed.
"Night, Meadow." I whispered, kissing her on her forehead.
****MEADOW'S POV****
I woke up to the sun streaming through my huge bay window, and someone's familiar arms around me. I smiled a bit as I realized it was Harry. I looked up at his face, to see he was waking up as well.
"Good morning." I said brightly, as he looked around.
"Mornin'," He mumbled in his incredibly deep morning voice.
I freed myself from his arms, and got up. I was still in my rainbow onesie from yesterday, my hair in a braid. I went downstairs to the kitchen, and got out a bowl, a spoon, milk, and Honey Nut Cheerios (My favorite breakfast EVER). I got my bowl, and sat down at the breakfast bar, (As you may have noticed, the kitchen table isn't used very often) and turned on the news. The thunderstorm was taking a break, I noticed, but it looked like it would come back later on in the day. Harry walked in, looking more awake now.
"You can eat whatever, Haz" Before Harry had fallen asleep last night, we agreed that I could call him Haz as a nickname. He ruffled through the fridge for a moment before pulling out an apple. After rinsing it off, he sat next to me and we listened to the newslady talk about accidents on the highway. My mind wandered off to the dream I had had last night. I was with Harry, and we were walking around the bad parts of our town in the dark. A group of tall guys with their faces hidden by hoods came after us, ripping Harry's hand away from my own, and taking Harry away with them. I yelled after him, but he was gone. What did that mean? Was something gonna happen to Harry?
"So, Meadow, I was thinking we could go to a movie today?" The sound of his voice took me away from my worrying thoughts and back to reality.
"Yeah, sure, what are we seeing?" I asked.
"I'm not sure yet, we can decide when we're there." I nodded my head. I finished my cereal, and set my bowl in the sink. I would have to wash the dishes soon, because the sink was overflowing.
"I'm gonna get in the shower." I said over my shoulder.
After a cold shower, I put on my jean shorts, a white tank top, and a Mickey Mouse sweater, and headed back downstairs. Harry was reading my book on the bottom step. He looked up at me, and said, smirking, "You like reading romance novels?"
"Yes, I'm a girl. I like those things." Snatching up the book, I walked down the front hallway and set the book on the pullout couch in the book room. I closed the door as I walked out, and saw Harry was leaning against the wall. He grabbed me before I could get past him, and hugged me tightly to his chest. I had my arms around his waist when he spoke. "You were talking in your sleep last night, babe." Oops. Oh god, what did I say?
"Mmm. What did I say?" I hoped I wasn't crying.
"Well I think you only said my name. You wanna talk about it?" His voice rumbled in his chest, against the side of my face.
"No, I'm alright, Harry." I stood on my toes and kissed him on the cheek, to show that I was fine.
"Okay. Now how about that movie?" I nodded, looking forward to more time with him.
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