Secrets (ON HOLD)

24. Careful

Sapphira's POV

I stood in the middle of the woods, wrapped in Harry's warm embrace. I couldn't understand how I could want something so bad. How I could want the time to freeze and never move on? His embrace was so comforting. It held so much reassurance, I couldn't help but believe him. It felt like he was genuinely sorry. I was upset at him, yes. But, I don't know why or how I wanted nothing more than to stay there in his arms. I didn't want to cry, not in front of him. I didn't want him to know that his actions had such a huge impact on me. I didn't want to feel weak. Yet, he broke my walls down like every other time.

How was one person capable of this? Why do his actions bother me so much? Why can't I stand the thought of him with her?
All these thoughts kept nagging me.

He loves Amelia and I just want him to be happy. My heart felt squeezed.

Amelia. I pulled away from him. I had stayed in his embrace for far too long for it to be friendly. But, he didn't pull away either.

I wiped my cheeks quickly and directed a small smile at him, although it hurt. Why? I didn't have an answer. All that matters is that he's happy. He has to be.

"It's okay, Harry. But, you're not getting my forgiveness until you get me a twix. Andddddd....I'm not sharing."

I tried to lighten up the mood and it worked. His eyes lit up and he looked at me, surprised.

"Twix? Yeah...whatever you want. But only if you share it with me." He said with a wide grin, his dimples in view.

I smiled at him, a genuine smile this time. Then, before I could think, my fingers were poking his dimples.

"You know, Haz. I missed Bill and Phil." I chuckled.

His eyes showed confusion but a smile still graced his lips.

"Bill and Phil?" He asked.

"Yeah, Bill," I gestured to the dimple in his right cheek. "And Phil," and then to the one in his left cheek.

He started laughing.

I smiled too. He was mesmerising, truly. His laugh was like music to my ears. But most important, it made me feel something that I had never felt before. Like, there were millions of butterflies fluttering in my stomach. And, I wanted to keep it that way.

I couldn't help but grin.

He stopped laughing after a while.

"I'm glad you're my best friend, Sapphie."

Me too, Harry. Me too.

"Oh, I wish I could say the same." I rolled my eyes.

He looked at me shocked and then realised I was joking.

I cracked up at his expression. I should've taken a picture.

We sat there for some time. Some moments were spent in complete but comfortable silence while others were spent laughing at Harry's lame jokes.

I couldn't help but stare at him, quickly looking away when he turned to me. Amelia really doesn't understand how lucky she is.

Spending all this time with him, I had made up my mind not to tell him anything about Cassandra's death. I didn't want him to get into my mess. He had every right to be happy and I was no one to take that away from him. I never could.