VII

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Sophie's POV

Images of him fill my sleeping mind.

Him pushing Tom off me. Him holding me. Him not saying that he loves me back. Him trying to leave me, and failing. Him driving me back home. Him falling asleep with me in my bed.

His dark curls, gorgeous eyes that I've been dreaming of for the longest time imaginable, tattooes that make him deadly attractive.

I have to admit, I'm quite impressed with my dreams. I don't remember the last time I had such vivid and interesting images while sleeping.

It's a shame it's just a dream though, but I know good enough to realize that they are impossible.

They'll never come true.

I stretch, still refusing to open my eyes, when I feel something warm and heavy on me.

Snapping my eyes open, I spot the familiar curls on my breasts.

No. Fucking. Way.

Wide awake now, I lay there immobile.

It wasn't a dream?

He murmors something and moves his head a bit, getting more comfortable, and I just lay there, taking it all in.

After seven months, I wake up to this again.

Indescribable feeling of pure joy spreads through my body, and a grin breaks out on my face.

He's here.

Wait, does that mean that Tom...?

I gulp and throw my head on my pillow, covering my eyes with my hand.

No.

I can't believe I was stupid enough to trust him! And he went and did that to me, what a poor exuse of a human.

He must've seen that I wasn't very well on the inside, that I was hurt, even if he didn't know why, and he could still do that to me.

Sure, he was drunk, but he couldn't have been that drunk if he could walk and everything. No, he was mostly conscious.

He decided to do that to me.

I squeeze my eyes. I will not cry because of him.

"Morning, sunshine! I made breakf- oh." Sonia walks in, but stops, her eyes wide when she sees that I'm not alone.

"Is that...?" she asks, referring to the guy she'd seen me cry over so many times, and I slowly nod.

Her eyes widen even more and she puts her hands over her mouth.

"He's so hot!" she whisper-yells and I smile, but it disappears when I feel him stir on top of me.

Shit! What do I do?! What do I say?!

He slowly lifts his head up, and squints at me. Damn, he looks tasty.

"Morning." I greet in an overly high-pitched voice.

He stays still for a few moments, just looking at me, probably trying to put together the pieces.

After a while, he clears his throat. "Morning." he greets me back, his morning voice so low, I can see Sonia pretending to faint behind him.

I chuckle at her and Harry frowns, turning to see what I'm looking at.

"Hello." she smiles and gives a little wave.

"Who are you?" he says, his voice guarded, and I reply instead of her.

God knows he won't let her off the hook otherwise.

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