I quickly pulled myself together and stepped out of the car. I shivered from the cold as I slowly walked up the front steps and into the unlocked, warm house. I slid my boots off and hung my jacket over one of the living room chairs.

"Harry?" I called out, walking down the familiar hallway, towards his bedroom.

"Kitchen!" His husky voice yelled out, causing me to retrace my steps. I walked into the kitchen to find him facing the counter, making two cups of hot tea. I smiled at the caring gesture, but felt it quickly fade once I saw his slump shoulders and his forehead creased into a frown. I quietly stood behind him and snaked my arms around his waist, resting my head on the back of his shoulder. His body tensed, but quickly recovered as he gently leaned back into my welcoming embrace. I placed a small kiss on his clothed shoulder blade, watching over him as he stirred milk and sugar into the two mugs. He set the spoon aside and turned his head towards me, but kept his stare away.

"Please don't feel sorry for me." His voice was soft, his eyes refusing to meet mine. I frowned, my grip around his torso tightening.

"Harry, look at me." His head turned away from me to stare back into the mugs. I sighed, moving my hands to turn his body around to face me. He gave me a sad smile, his toned arms now slowly wrapping around my waist. I reached up and cupped his smooth face in my hands.

"All I'm saying, is that you're worth more than those lowlifes."

His piercing green eyes met mine, as he stared back at me. Dark curls fell messily around his face, my one hand reaching up to push them back. I gently ran my fingers through his hair, watching his eyes close from my simple touch. I dropped my other hand from his face and let my fingertips trace his prominent collar bones, before pressing my palm flat to his chest.

"What did I ever do to deserve you?" He whispered, a small smile gracing his plump lips. Instead of answering him, I pulled his head down to meet my eager lips. I felt his smile grow, his soft pink lips moving slowly against mine. My hips were suddenly pulled closer to his warm body, his tongue gliding across my bottom lip. I parted my lips, letting his soft tongue find my own. I twirled my fingers in his curls, the kiss becoming more passionate, our tongues moving together with the urgent need to feel each other. His dimples appeared as I slowly drew back, a smile spreading across his perfect features.

"Tease." He smirked, nudging my head to the side as he began to kiss over my neck. I let out a breathy gasp as he began to suck and nibble on my tingling skin. A low chuckle came from his parted lips, the vibration against my skin causing fresh goosebumps to rise. He pulled his face away from my neck, an adoring smile replacing his previous dull mood.

"If I didn't love tea so much, I would let this continue." I giggled, pulling out of his embrace to grab ahold of my steaming mug. He frowned, slowly shaking his head back and forth.

"Either you're chugging that tea or I'm pouring it down the drain." His face broke into an infectious smile, showing off his perfect white teeth. I stupidly nudged his arm, causing me to spill some of the scorching hot liquid onto my hand. I squealed out in pain, placing the mug back down on the counter.

"Yes, Harry, I'm definitely going to chug that..." I winced at my reddened skin, watching it swell and turn into a minor burn. Harry brought my stinging hand up to his plump lips, placing a light kiss on the burning skin.

His eyes softened, but his lips still held that stupid smirk. "Well, maybe next time you shouldn't bully me."

I rolled my eyes to hide the pink that was surfacing my face. He truly has no idea how much the simple things he does, like kissing my hand better, means to me. It's the small gestures that he doesn't even realize he's doing that make me fall harder in love with him each passing second. As if he's reading my mind, I watch as he leans his tall frame down and blows on the hot liquid in my mug to cool it down faster. I can only imagine the smile that's stretched across my face as I take the mug from his large hands. I raise the drink to my lips and carefully take a sip, keeping my eyes on the boy standing across from me. A smile's gracing his lips, his lean body leaning against the counter as his eyes watch my every move.

"I don't tell you this enough," His low, raspy voice speaks up. "But you're beautiful."

I blush at his words, angry because he has a tendency of doing that so easily, but happy because I never actually believed I was beautiful until he came into my life.

"You're being very charming today." I eyed him suspiciously, watching the smile grow wider on his face. He shrugged, opening his awaiting arms for me. I took another sip of my tea before placing it back down on the counter and snuggling my head into Harry's chest. I breathed in his heavenly scent, closing my eyes in comfort. My small arms wrapped around his torso, his arms deliberately pulling me in closer.

I felt a familiar pair of lips press against the top of my head, followed by the thick accented voice I have grown to adore. "I love you."

My arms tightened around his waist, my smile hiding in his chest, making me thankful that for once he cannot see my pink cheeks. "I love you too."

I don't know how long we stood there for, but I eventually felt a chin hit the top of my head as a tired yawn come from Harry's lips. When I finally opened my eyes and raised my head to look up at him, I could suddenly feel how tired my own body was. A lazy smile etched across his face, his eyelids slightly falling.

"Let's head to bed." He lazily grinned at me before releasing me from his arms. "I rhymed." He smirked proudly and intertwined his fingers in mine before leading us to his bedroom.

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I woke up to see the bright red numbers on the bedside table read 3:24am. I groaned quietly, swallowing only to feel how dry my throat was. I slowly swung my legs over the tall bed, careful to not wake the sleeping boy beside me. I reached for the first piece of clothing I saw, which happened to be Harry's plaid shirt from the previous day. I buttoned up the shirt as I quietly walked out of the room and into the kitchen. After filling myself a glass of cold water, I realized I was now wide awake and there was no way I would possibly fall back asleep. I frowned and turned on one of the side lamps next to the couch before sitting down cross legged. If I went back to bed sleepless, I'd probably end up waking Harry. I smiled when thoughts from only a couple of hours ago flooded back into my head. Harry was so sweet to me last night. After the both of us practically slept walked to his bedroom from being so tired, we still managed to get tangled in each other the minute we hit the bed. I bite my lip and feel a blush rush to my cheeks just from the thoughts. I tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear and finish off the rest of my glass. As I sit there bored out of my mind, I realize I haven't ever had the chance to properly explore the house. My feet have me walking before I can even properly think. I trail my fingertips across the furniture as I look at the few picture frames that were rested upon the tables. I smile when I come across one of Harry, who only looks to be about 5 or 6 years old. He still had his same chocolate curls and piercing green eyes, but the one thing that stood out the most was the two little dimples that indented his chubby cheeks. A small giggle escaped my lips as I mentally reminded myself to take a picture of this when Harry isn't looking. I set the small frame down and begin to move further along the living room. The house was built very classic, almost as if it were outdated or simply aged. Instead of the modern houses replacing the majority of the brick houses you see nowadays, Harry's house had more of a cozy homey feeling to it. His living room stretched out and the walls were mostly wooden. The space was decorated in cute fitted furniture and there was a large fireplace resting beneath the largely stretched television screen.

As I wandered freely around the room and passed more picture frames, I couldn't help but wonder why Harry's mother doesn't live with him. It was her idea to leave the country, so why would she leave her son to live alone? I mean sure we're leaving our teenage years and quickly becoming young adults, but with Harry at 19, I believe that is still young enough to live with a parent, especially since he's not even living here the majority of the time because of school, so why waste so much money living alone? I quickly shake my head, ridding these thoughts from my head. They were none of my business and they needed to go away before I nagged Harry into telling me more things. I sighed and picked up my empty glass, heading back towards the kitchen to put it away until something from the corner of my eye caught my attention. I felt my brows knit together and my head tilt to the side, as I stared at the jammed cabinet drawer struggling to stay closed. Although something inside of me was telling me to stop snooping and to go back to bed, my body outwon my mind because I was suddenly crouched down beside the half opened drawer. I hesitantly pulled the drawer open to find a medium sized box crammed full with papers and other unknown objects hidden beneath them. I felt the crease in my forehead deepen as I slowly examined the scattered pages. The majority of the papers looked like they were old, making me believe they must be Harry's mothers because I don't understand why Harry would keep ahold of something like this. As I was placing one of the old papers back, something that was crammed towards the bottom of the box caught my eye. As I reached into the box and struggled to lift it without having all of the other papers fall, I got a closer look at it which made out to seem like an old newspaper. Once I carefully lifted the thick newspaper from the box, I rested back on my heels and let my eyes scan the outdated English paper from what looks to be years ago. I felt my eyes widen and my stomach sink as I read the four bold words I knew I wasn't supposed to ever see.

"STYLES FAMILY, ATTEMPT MURDER?"

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