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Chapter 79 - Harry

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                                                             ●•Harry•●

'I love you, too’, I mouthed back; or maybe I didn’t. But she was smiling, and I was smiling, and she got the message.

When I woke up, it took me long seconds to realize where I was, and to take notice of the light pain throbbing in my head. Thankfully, I hadn’t drunk much the night before; at least, not more alcohol than water, and so I was fine. A bit more that simply fine, if you ask me.

Once I was fully aware of my surroundings, I felt a smaller hand still tangled with mine, and a smaller body pressed to my front, her breathing calm and even, holding on to me even unconsciously. And then it came back to me rushing, all the events from last night; since Scarlett showing up at my doorstep, all through the way she told me about her fears and the damn breakup (God bless that damn breakup), until we got here, to this very bed.

And then. Then I started smiling like an idiot again, because I could still feel her lips against my palm and I could still feel the words ‘I love you’ being mouthed into my skin. And I could feel how she pulled me closer later, how she smiled as if she’d just conquered what she’d always wanted. And I was smiling like an idiot, more than I’d ever had, because she was there and she was happy for simply being with me. And. And. And.

I was kind of wicked.

So I just smiled again, buried my face into her hair and inhaled the scent, let all my worries fade because now, I had apparently none. I didn’t have to worry about when she would run away or if she would come back to me; I didn’t have to worry about her ruining everything because she needed to go back to someone who would never want her the way I did.

She was mine now and I no longer had any of the worries I had since when I realized I was in love with her; my life was just back to the way it was before I met Scarlett. But there was a difference, now, though: the black hole that had consumed me was no longer there, either. That feeling of missing something in my life simply faded, and I didn’t feel like I was still attached to someone who was long gone, because I had someone for me now.

And I was pretty happy, thank you.

Just the night before, when Scarlett excused herself for a moment, and I stood there in the middle of the living room with just my friends, I could see the concerned looks on their faces. Leigh was the first one to talk, looking at me as if she pitied me, though I couldn’t stop smiling.

“I really, really like her, Harry,” she’d said, smiling fondly at me “but if she’s going to keep going back and forth in a relationship with you, you better not risk it. It’s your own heart you’re giving her.”

It was obviously followed by several agreements, with a few additional comments such as “just a few hours ago you were trying to drown yourself in alcohol again and we don’t want you back there, Haz”, but those only made me smile wider, because the moment I told them it was over, that I was the only one she kept now, they loudly sighed in relief.

It was just satisfying knowing I had such phenomenal friends to the point where they would feel my pain with me. Hadn’t kept many of those throughout the years.