it's a couple of days after the funeral, harry stayed at your place to take care of you. "maybe you can live with me" he said when you were haveing dinner. you almost trow up when he said that. he see your reaction. "well i can't let you live here al by your self, i know i said that we're going to take things slow, but i can't go home knowing that your here all by your self." "i have to think about that harry" he lays his hand on yours, everythime he did that you get butterflys in your stomach. when you finnish dinner you go upstairs to go online. when you get on twitter you see a picture of you and harry! the picture was taken by the hospital when he hugged you. you read the commens and some people called you ugly, some people say nice things but the nasty commens are in your head.
