Tuesday
*Avery's P.O.V.*

I emerge from my dormancy in the morning wrapped in Harry's arms. Recalling the events from the previous night bring a smile to my face. I glance up at Harry and notice he's already awake.

"Mornin' Av." He says in the sexiest morning voice I've ever heard, adjusting his eyes to the light streaming in through the drapes.

"Hey, Harry. I should probably get home. Annabelle's probably worried." I say, trying not to get lost in his amazing eyes.

"Okay... do you have work today?" He asks, hopefully.

"Nope, neither does anyone else. It's a holiday today. I'm not sure which one though." I tell him, both of us getting out of bed.

"Well, why don't we do something, you me, Annabelle, Gemma, oh, and any guys you know so that I'm not with a bunch of estrogen filled homosapiens. " He jokes, earning a playful punch on his arm from me.

"Sure, I'll see if we can have a movie night at my place. And don't worry, I'll invite Annabelle's boyfriend, Drake, for you." I reply, exiting his bedroom ad descending down the stairs towards the front door, Harry in pursuit. Gemma and Anne must either still be asleep or be out because I neither see nor hear them. As I reach the door, I turn back to Harry and embrace him.

"Thanks, Harry, again, for being there." I tell him.

"Once again, no problem. Forever and always, right, Av?" He says to me.

"Yeah. Forever and always until the sun, stars, and moon all die out." I giggle, " I'll text you the details about tonight, okay?"

"Definitely. See you later." He says, enthusiastically.

"You too." I say, ending the conversation and venturing back home.

When I get home, I decide to invite Nicole over to help me with cleaning and whatnot before our movie night. I also want to tell her about the dream I had about Harry last night. I text her telling her to be here soon and she arrives in fifteen minutes.

We clean the house and then get changed out of our dirty clothes from cleaning and in to new fresh ones. Entering the TV room and sitting on the couch, we start watching mindless television. I feel this is a reasonable time to bring up the dream.

"Hey, Nicole, you know that boy who moved in a while ago down the street?" I ask, hesitantly.

"Yeah, what about him? Do I get to meet him finally tonight?" She, excitedly, asks.

"Yes, you get to meet him tonight. But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. You see, I had this dream about him last night. Well, more like a nightmare." I vent.

"Well, what happened?" Nicole persists.

"I was running from Harry. He was telling me that he'll just hurt and leave me and stuff like that. What do you think that means?" I ask her.

"I'm not completely sure but maybe you're just afraid to let anything or anyone in, let alone Harry, because you think they'll leave you because of your parents leaving you. Though it wasn't their choice, you may still feel that they left you because they wanted t, not because it was something beyond their control and you just think that everything good in life leaves you. Maybe it means something more like it's a sign that he's dangerous for you and you shouldn't get involved with him. I'll do my research on it another day but today, let's have some fun!" She tells me. She's studying to be a psychiatrist in college, which is why she knows so much. I'll admit, it's a lot to take in and I don't know if I can handle what the real meaning of the dream is and if Nicole is right about one of her theories.



*A Few Hours Later*

Everyone is here now and conversing. They all seem to really like one another. Nicole keeps flirting with Harry but I know she's harmless. I mean... I'm not jealous, we're not even dating so..... We're waiting for our pizzas we ordered from Pizza Hut to arrive.

"Well, let's get this movie night started!" Harry exclaims.

We all get settled on the couch except Harry who's picking the movie. He pops in the disc and sits next to me on the small couch. Everyone, including Harry and I, are cuddled in blankets and we have the lights off. We're just getting through the opening credits of "She's The Man" when the doorbell rings, no doubt, the pizza guy. Harry and I both get up and go to the door, Harry paying for the pizza- much to my dismay- and entering the living room where everyone digs in immediately. By the time I go to grab apiece, there's none left. Harry's taking a bite out of a piece and stops when he realizes me practically eating the piece with my eyes. He must have noticed I hadn't gotten any.

"Do you want it Av?" He whispers, as not to annoy the other viewers.

"Nah, I'm fine. You can have it."

Against my protests, Harry gives me the pizza and smiles. I thank him and we continue to watch the comedy.

Soon, I start getting tired so I lay my head down on Harry's chest, listening to his heartbeat- something I used to do with my dad when I was little. I love hearing it. Steady, strong, never-ending. Or so it seems. He tightly wraps his arms around me. But this position is just a friendly position. Because that's all we are. Friends. Eventually, we both drift off into a deep sleep. Me, still listening to his heart beating.

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