"Harry, wait!" I whisper yell for Harry, getting out of the room with rushed steps, ready to run after him if I need to.
Why am I always running after him?
However, this time I don't need to. As soon as I close the door behind me, I see Harry standing across the hall, leaning his back against the wall, eyes closed and taking deep breaths.
Taking large strides, I smash my body against his, shoving my face against his chest and inhaling the soothing smell of his cologne, mixed with the homy scent of washed clothes.
"I'm so sorry" My voice sounds muffled against the fabric of his shirt "She have no idea of what she's saying."
"Yet, she is right" Harry sighs, stroking a few strands of my hair with his long fingers while resting his chin on the top of my head.
"She is not." My voice quive
