"I was watching a movie" I tell him, maybe if I am nice to him he will answer some of my questions.

"What movie?"

"The Vow" I answer and look at him. I expect him to laugh at me and after a few seconds he does.

"You would like that sappy movie. That is so unrealistic"

"It's based off a true story" I correct him.

"It still seems stupid"

"Have you even seen it?" I ask him and he shakes his head.

"I don't have to see it to know it is stupid, I can tell you how it ends right now, she gets her memory back and they live happily ever after" he says in a high pitched voice.

"No, actually that isn't how it ends" I laugh. Harry makes me insane most of the time, but its the rare occasions like this where he makes me forget how terrible he can be. I forget that I am supposed to hate him and find myself tossing one of Steph's pillows at him. He lets it hit him even though he could easily block it, he yells as if he is actually wounded and then we both laugh again.

"Let me stay and watch it with you" he half asks, half demands.

"I don't think that is a good idea" I tell him and he shrugs.

"The worst ideas are the best ideas. Besides you wouldn't want me to drive back drunk would you? " he smiles and I can't resist even though I know I should.

"Fine, but you are sitting on the floor or Steph's bed"

He pouts but I hold my ground, god knows what will happen if we are both on my small bed. I flush at the possibilities and then scold myself for thinking that way when I just promised Noah I would stay away from Harry. It sounds like such a simple promise to make but somehow I always find my way to Harry. Or like tonight he found his way to me.

Harry slides down to the floor and I finally take the time to admire how hot he looks in a plain white t-shirt. The contrast of his black ink and white shirt is perfect and I love the way his tattoos peak out from under the neck and sleeves.

"Got any popcorn?" He asks as soon as I press play.

"No, you should have brought your own" I tease and turn the screen so he can see it better from the floor.

"I could always go for another type of snack" he says and I smack his head playfully.

"Watch the movie, and no more talking or I'll kick you out" Harry pretends to zip his lips and hand me an invisible key which makes me giggle as I pretend to toss it behind me. As Harry lays his head back against the bed, I feel more calm and at peace than I have all week.

Harry watches me more than the movie but I don't care, I notice the way he smiles when I laugh at a funny line, the way he frowns when I sob after she loses her memory and the way he too sighs with relief when they end up together again in the end.

"So what did you think?" I ask him as I scroll through to find another movie.

"It was crap" he smiles and I ruffle my hand through his hair before I realize what I am doing. I sit myself up and he turns around to look towards the wall. Way to make it awkward Tessa.

"Let me choose the next movie" he says and reaches for my laptop.

"Who said you could stay for another?" I ask and he rolls his eyes.

"I can't drive, I am still drunk" he tells me. I know he is lying, I can tell he has mostly sobered up, but he's right. He should stay. I will deal with whatever Harry decided to do to me tomorrow, just to be able to spend time with him. I really am pathetic, just like he said. At the moment, I don't care. I want to ask him why he came here and why he isn't at his own frat party, but I will wait until the movie over because I know he will turn sour once I begin to question him.

Harry chooses some Batman movie that I haven't seen and swears it is the best movie of all time. I laugh at his enthusiasm as he tries to explain the previous movies in the trilogy but I have no idea what he is talking about. Noah and I always watch movies together but I have never enjoyed it as much as I am with Harry.

"My ass is numb from your hard floor" Harry complains as soon as the movie begins.

"Steph's bed isn't" I tell him and he frowns.

"I won't be able to see the screen from over there. Come on Tessa, I will keep my hands to myself"

"Fine" I groan and scoot over. He smiles and lays next to me on his stomach and mimics me by bending his knees and putting his feet in the air. I can practically see the tension between us as he lays two feet from me but I force myself to ignore it. Harry lays his head on his folded hands and he looks adorable. The movie is much better than I expected, I must be more into than Harry because when I look over he is fast asleep. He looks so perfect, I want to reach over and touch his face but I don't. Despite the fact that I should wake him and make him leave, I cover him with my blanket and lock my door before laying on Steph's bed. I have spent the night with Harry multiple times now, and never with Noah. I have done a lot of things with Harry that I have never done with Noah.

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