The Dancer

SCARLETT P.O.V

"Were here miss.." My driver said kindly.

The door was opened, and I stepped out not bothering to hold my dress together. It was beginning to rain but I made no effort to put my shoes on.

i nodded thank you to the driver and made my way up to the front door.

I went to open my clutch but realised it wasn't in my hands.

I turned and saw harry standing behind me holding it , he opened the door and helped me inside.

HARRY P.O.V

she looked at me with glassy eye. I placed her clutch down and pulled her into me. Holding her tight.

Her quite sobs into my chest. I led her upstairs. To wear I guessed her room would be.

She pushed open a door. And I followed her in.

Her room was extremely messy. But I sat her on her bed.

I looked around.

As i turned she had already slipped off the remains of her dress and climbed into bed.

I stood awkwardly. Her head was rested on the pillow, tears still falling.

I walked over and sat by her, stroking her hair.

she shuffled over slightly. I kicked off my shoes and put my feet up on the bed. She rested her head on my arm. I continued to stroke her hair till she fell into a deep sleep.

Notes

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