80. Dreaming.

                                    

                                          

Chapter 80
                          
Alycia's Pov. 
                          
I'm fucking dreaming. 
                          
He's not right in front of me right now. No fucking way is he here. 
                          
I hadn't even processed what he threw at me so I looked down at my hands and saw his hoodie that I embarrassingly still wear. 
                          
Still nosey I see. 
                          
"Harry..." I literally breathed out, it was almost inaudible. I'm just in pure shock. But he looked to be in about the same amount of shock. 
                          
"I...i'm sorry if you don't want to see me but i- i wanted to try. At least once more. To see you." He was trying to get his words out and seeing him this nervous made me feel better about my current state. 
                          
I'm confused as fuck though. How did he get here? Who got him back here? 
                          
"How did..." "Matt." He said and I nodded. 
                          
Matt's a clever little fucker.
                          
He looked...good. Really good. He looked...like home. In an instant, that missing sense of home felt like it was coming back to me. And it felt like it was right in front of me. 
                          
I felt my eyes water as everything came pouring back to me. All the memories. All the touches that made me warm. All the hugs that felt like home. All the kisses that made me weak. All the laughs that made me cry tears of joy. All the songwriting sessions that made us close. Everything was flooding back to me. It had felt like it'd been years since we had seen each other but it'd only been six months. 
                          
The second I put his hoodie on the chair and walked towards him, he did the same before I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him into a hug. 
                          
His arms immediately went to my waist and I don't think he had ever hugged me so tight. 
                          
"I missed you." I whispered and I felt him nuzzle his face into my neck. "You don't understand how much i've missed you." He responded and feeling him this close felt fucking surreal. 
                          
He smelt like he always did. It was a warm, light but musky scent. He's always smelt so fucking good. He was holding me so tight that I felt like every broken part of me that I had put back together so loosely was being pushed back into place tightly. I needed this. I needed him. 
                          
We stayed in the middle of the room holding each other until he spoke. 
                          
"I was so worried you were gonna tell me to leave....you still can." "I don't want you to." I mumbled and he sighed a breathe of relief. 
                          
I slowly pulled away but kept my arms around his neck and he kept his around my waist hesitantly. 
                          
The second I looked up to his eyes, they were staring down at me in a way that made my stomach do fucking backflips. I haven't been this close to him in so long. I haven't been near him in so long. 
                          
"I don't know what to do now." He whispered but suddenly let out a chuckle. 
                          
Wow, I never fucking knew how much I missed that. It made a smile plaster on my face.