It was Gemma's. Now it all makes sense as to why Harry was so emotional when he first saw me holding the journal. Now I understand that it was something very important and private to him, which explains the reasoning for his outburst. So why do I still have this empty feeling inside of my body? Why am I not telling him that I understand and reaching for his hand to comfort him? Why am I not asking all of my unanswered questions, when he's finally willing to open up to me? I feel my eyelids close as I pretend I did not hear him, and let myself drift into a deep sleep for the rest of the quiet journey home. A dream where a young beautiful girl with big green eyes, and all too familiar dimples, clouded my thoughts.

I was awoken by a firm hand gently shaking my shoulder. I blinked a couple of times before noticing the darkness that was surrounding the outside of the car. I brought my gaze over to Harry and I instantly noticed the swollen red around his eyes. Has he been crying? I've never seen Harry cry before, the most vulnerable I've ever seen him is when I either asked him about his past, or when he's hovering above me, naked. I feel the pink spreading to my cheeks just from the thought.

"We're here." He spoke quietly, breaking me from my dirty thoughts. I spun my head back around only to notice that we were parked outside of my house. Excitement filled my body as I stumbled out of the car. Harry followed my actions, and walked to the trunk to grab my bags. I quickly ran up the steps to my house and eagerly knocked on the front door. Moments later, my mother was standing in the door with her arms wide open.

"Oh sweetie, I missed you so much!" I threw my arms around her body and held her tight, hearing the smile in her voice as she spoke. A huge grin was plastered on my face as she pulled out of my embrace.

"And you must be Harry!" She said, as she leaned in closer to my ear. "You did a good job..." She mumbled a bit too loud for my liking. I could feel my cheeks heat in embarrassment and when I looked over at Harry, he was having troubles fighting down his smile.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Peterson." Harry flashed my mom his perfect smile, his dimples indenting his cheeks.

"Mrs. Peterson?" My mom laughed, and I watched as she leaned forward to pinch his cheek. "Oh hun, you can call me Nancy!" I could feel my face burning with embarrassment as Harry smirked at me from over her shoulder.

"Well, Nancy, it was nice to meet you but I'm afraid I have to head home." Harry gave my mom an apologetic smile as he stood awkwardly with his hands behind his back. I frowned, because I knew that he was lying and would be going home to an empty house. I felt my frown deepen once I realized he was only saying this because he thinks that I don't want him here. I knew my mother was going to refuse and ask him to stay for dinner, so I was determined to beat her to it. I slowly stepped in front of him and grabbed a hold of both of his hands.

"No, stay." I said a bit too quickly, as I looked up at his surprised face. "I mean, only if you want..." I mumbled as I began to take my hands out of his, for them to only be pulled back. He gave me a small nod as his eyes continued to stare into mine.

"Oh great! I'll go start dinner, you two go unpack!" My mother squealed before running into the kitchen with the biggest smile on her face.

I grabbed one of my bags and began to make my way up the stairs, feeling Harry's presence behind me. I stood outside of my door and gawked at how clean my room was but instantly remembered that I haven't slept in it for a little over 3 months now. I dropped my heavy bag and walked across the carpeted space, letting my body hit the bed. I let out a long sigh and shut my eyes, taking in the comfort of my house once again. I heard shuffling and looked up to see Harry setting my other bag down, before hanging his jacket off of my chair. His eyes locked with mine as he hesitantly made his way to sit at the far end of the bed, away from me. I could hear nothing but the new sound of the rain that was now hitting off of my bedroom window.

"I'm sorry." He sighed, his voice coming out a slow mumble. "I didn't mean to scare you, Emma. I hope you know that I would never lay a finger on you..." His voice trailed off at the end and his eyes held nothing but guilt. I couldn't take it anymore. Yes, he may have scared me and maybe he shouldn't have yelled at me, but I had no right doing what I did. I crawled across the bed and gently pushed him to lay on his back, before cuddling my body underneath his arm. I laid my head on his chest and intertwined my fingers in his.

'Emma, I-" I cut him off by pressing my finger to his lips. After a few seconds of silence, he pushed my finger away and forced me to look up at him by gripping the bottom of my chin. His eyes were a dark green, his brows furrowed in concentration as his eyes stared intently into mine.

"I love you." His voice rasped before he immediately closed the small space between our faces. His lips moved slowly against mine, his tongue gliding across my bottom lip. "So much." He mumbled against my lips, sending a vibration down my body. He turned so he was now hovering over me, his kiss deepening with each passing second. His hands ran across my goosebumped skin, showing him what he easily does to me. He buried his face into the crook of my neck, letting out a loud groan as I ran my fingers through his curls repeatedly.

"You're the best thing that's happened to me, please don't ever leave me." He mumbled quietly against my skin. I sighed and tugged on his hair, hoping he'd get the fact that I wanted him to look at me.

"The only way I will ever leave you is if you give me a reason to, Harry. If you hurt me." After a few seconds, he finally lifted his head from my neck. His curls were laid messily against his forehead, his thumb gently brushing the side of my cheek.

"Why would I ever hurt the best thing that's ever happened to me? I won't hurt you, Emma." After processing his words, he gave me a lazy smile. "Well, I guess I hurt you earlier by yelling, and I'm sorry for that, but that was over something that is really important to me..." He paused and silence began to fill the small room. "I'm just not used to people wanting to know more about me, I guess no one ever really gave a shit so it still surprises me to this day that you actually care to listen."

Hearing those words come out of Harry's mouth saddened me. Everyone who has ever treated him poorly when he was younger, made him feel like this. Made him feel that he was not able to open up to someone, to not feel wanted. I despise whoever made him feel this way, because all I want is for him to know home much I truly love and care for him, and I know that he has his doubts.

"Harry, I want to know everything about you." I cupped his face in my hands. "You know how you will randomly ask me things like if I prefer using a blue or black inked pen? Or what my lucky number is?" I giggled and placed a small kiss on his parted lips before speaking again. "I want to be able to do that with you, I want you to open up to me, because I love you." Silence filled the room as his eyes bore into mine, the crease in his brow deepening. "I think I actually love you more than my dog, and that's a lot to say."

A small smile spread across his perfectly shaped lips. "What have I ever done to deserve you?" His voice came out a whisper, his eyes never leaving mine.

"I can ask you the same thing, as well as many other questions that will have to wait until after dinner." I gently pushed him off of me and sat up straight, swinging my feet over the bed. "Questions like, how are you paying for school? Or how come you never mention any of your other friends?" I stood from the bed and slipped on my favourite pair of slippers. I turned around to see a frown planted on Harry's lips, his body completely stiff.

"I need answers Harry, now let's go eat." He sat still for a couple more seconds before letting out a long sigh.

"And I need answers as to why you were snooping through my shit." He spat, as he stood up from the bed, completely brushing past me on his way out. I glared at him from behind and quickly grabbed onto his hand, before walking down the stairs. I plastered a fake smile on my lips and squeezed his hand as we walked into the kitchen. Well, it looks like this will be an interesting dinner.

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