Masterpiece {h.s}

24. Comedy & A Little Longer

Harry's POV

To say that the dinner was awkward would be an understatement. Anna was clearly unhappy about something, Meghan was very aware of that but didn't know why, and I knew that I was the reason behind Anna's moodiness.

She was picking at her plate and she barely ate anything, while I tried to be polite and keep the conversation going with Meghan. Luckily I already knew her a little, having seen her with my dad at some of her art expositions, so the conversation wasn't hard to make.

What made it hard though was Anna's attitude, not that it was annoying, but it was worrying. She seemed both angry and sad and I was scared that tonight had changed our relationship for the worst. I couldn't help but to try and figure out a way to fix us. Maybe I had pushed her to far, maybe making her tell me about her life was a bad move. I should've probably let her tell me herself, when she was ready, but I felt as if that day would've never come.
Anna didn't strike me as a person that liked to talk about herself and I felt as if she would much prefer to isolate herself from everybody than to open up to anyone.

When dinner was done, Meghan excused herself and went in her room. Surely she knew that Anna and I had an issue to fix.
Once she had her door close and that silence fell between both of us, we stood awkwardly in the kitchen, waiting for the other to say something.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" I finally asked her.
"I don't mind," she mumbled.
"Do you want me to leave?"

I nervously bit my lower lip as I looked at her. She looked so torn and I somehow knew that she was still trying to find a way to push me out of her life while she also wanted to keep me by her side.

"I don't mind," she repeated.
"It's a simple yes or no question," I boldly said.

It was risky to force her to choose because there was always this chance that she might want me to leave. But as I looked at her closely, I knew that she would tell me to stay.

Even if there was always this fear that she would push me away, I knew that after spending all this time together, it was harder for her to do it.
I wasn't blind, I knew that she liked having me around. I knew that when she was with me, life was a little easier. I could see it when we were together. It was just another reason why I liked spending time with her, because I knew it was doing something good to her too. Her happiness made me happy.

She slightly nodded.

"Come on," I told her as I reached for her hand.

I dragged her to the living room and sat on the sofa with her. She tried to sit away from me, but I didn't allow it, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her closer to me. From my peripheral vision I saw her roll her eyes and I smiled. It had come to a point where I knew that she liked being close to me, I also knew that she liked when I touched her. Whether it'd be as simple as holding hand or a small kiss on her forehead, every time our skin touched, for a second I could feel her body react to me until she recomposed herself.

So, as she sat next to me I pulled my arm over her shoulder and she naturally rested her head on my shoulder.

"You have Netflix?" I asked her, and she nodded. "Anything you want to watch?"
"Anything, I really don't mind."
"Something funny, yeah?" I asked her while looking down at her.

She raised her eyes in my direction and gave me a sad smile.

"Yeah, I guess."

I pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before returning my attention to the television. I didn't really look for a movie and just put a random comedy. I knew that we wouldn't listen to it.
Like I predicted, we didn't, at all. Ten minutes in, Anna had already fallen asleep on my shoulder and I simply enjoyed my time with her, as I felt that it was counted. I carefully played with her hand, tracing random patterns and enjoying the smoothness of her skin. It was hard to believe that someone that seemed so perfect to me was carrying deep secrets.

Once the movie was over, I carefully carried Annabelle to her room and laid her down on her bed. I spent a couple of minutes by her side, just looking at her and making sure that she was okay. Even in her sleep she looked troubled. Her features were hard and she didn't look like she was having a peaceful sleep.

I put her hair away from her face and softly caressed the crease between her eyebrows. I tried to soothe her and make her relax. I remembered that my mom used to do the same thing to me when I was younger and it did wonder. Apparently it worked on her too, because her face relaxed. She wasn't completely calm but it was much better than before.

After a couple minutes, I finally got up. I pressed my lips to her cheek and I tried to leave without making a sound, but she slowly stirred and opened her eyes.

"Harry?" she said with sleep lacing her voice. But the way she said it made me come back to her side immediately.
"I'm here."

I caressed her hair to reassure her. She relaxed under my touch.

"Mhm. Were you leaving?" She asked with a soft voice.
"Yeah," I whispered. "I wanted to let you sleep."
"Mhm," was all she said.

I kept caressing her hair, making sure that she was comfortable.

"Can you stay a little longer?"

Her words were so low that I wasn't sure that I heard them right, but once she opened her eyes and took my hand in hers, I knew.

"How long?" I asked as I lifted the covers to lie down next to her.
"I don't know," she mumbled.
"Morning?" I tested.
"Morning," she agreed as she cuddled a little closer to me.

I put my arm around her and held her as close as I could. Her head rested in the crook of my neck and her hair were all over my face, but I didn't care.

As always, she surprised me. When I thought that I was starting to figure her out, she pulled out something like that.
What I felt for this girl was crazy. As cliché as it was, like I told her, I never felt this way about anyone. She might not believe me but it's true. No girls caught my attention the way she did, no girl fascinated me the way she did. To me she was unique and complex, a complete mystery.

Finding out more and more about her every time I saw her felt like an accomplishment, but it was also addicting. I wanted to know more, I wanted to know everything. About as much as I wanted her to like me the way I liked her. I wished I could touch her freely, hold her hand and kiss her lips whenever I felt like it. I felt as if, once she would open up to me, I would be a step closer to these things.

I held a lot of hope for tomorrow. I knew she would probably put up a fight, but I was determined to find out what's been eating at her. Then, hopefully, I could figure out how to save her.

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Argh, writing scenes like this make my heart hurt. I love these two so much haha
What about you guys? Did you like it? I know it's a bit short and I'm sorry for that, the next chapter should be longer.

Sleepy Harry on the side. So adorable <3

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Lots of love,
Karry xx.