"Don't ever cover up, not for me." He whispers through the rough kisses and I nod yes looking him straight in his eyes.
                          
"Now get your damn breakfast." He mutters smiling and I laugh at his complain.
                          
"I will." I speak and he sighs laughing walking back to the bed getting his new bought phone.
                          
I put on my clothes and leave the room in my jeans and a soft pink Adidas sweater after hearing another complain of Harry.
                          
I walk through the empty hallway and try to stop this stupid grin on my face, it's there and it won't leave.
                          
"Emma, right?" A male voice stops me and I turn around to see 2 men sitting on the old couches reminding me there are more people living in this house.
                          
"Harry has told us a lot about you." He says and I feel a smile appear on my face as I hear his words. Harry told his friends about me?
                          
"We've heard a lot of you too." He says and looks at me with a mean smirk.
                          
"Ahh Harry, ahh!" He imitates me and I freeze, he heard us, he heard me, when Harry and I were, how did I not think of that?
                          
"Emma? What are you doing?" Harry walks down the stairs and I'm glad he is. I am truly ashamed and my expression tells.
                          
"Murphy what the fuck did you say to her?!" Harry angry speaks and I want to step out of this situation as soon as possible,
                          
"Harry," I pull his arm hoping he'll leave but he pulls back.
                          
"What did he do Emma?" He turns around and he looks angry.
                          
"Nothing, it's fine, let's go." I plea but he doesn't take it.
                          
"Someone is moody, fucking hell." The man says and it doesn't help Harry's temper. He walks straight to him pulling him up by his collar holding him on his toe and I'm frightened by it.
                          
"The fuck did you say to her Murphy?!" He angry asks and the man looks like he's getting scared,
                          
"Fuck, I fucking pestered her a bit okay?! Get the fuck over it!"
                          
"Well don't ever do that shit again, got it?!" He threatens and when the man nods he let's go of him and walks back to me.
                          
"Harry," I place my hand on his cheeks and it stops his movements.
                          
"I'm coming with you Emma." He speaks and I am fine that he does.
                          
"Okay," I say and I follow him out of the door. 
                          
"I'm sorry Harry."
                          
"Don't be."
                          
"But-"
                          
"I need to get my own place, these guys aren't even my friends, don't blame yourself for what happened." He says still not in the mood he was in half an hour ago.
                          
..
                          
"No you shouldn't buy that one, this one," I reach for a cheaper cardboard tray of eggs,
                          
"Here you have eight for 1,50 and this one is five for 1,20, this one is cheaper." I explain and notice Harry smirking at my explanation.
                          
"What? It's smart." I defend myself.
                          
"It is." He sarcastically remarks and I scoff at him rolling my eyes.
                          
"I'd rather just go to Pop's Emma." He mutters placing his hand on my back.
                          
"Me too actually." I admit and he laughs.
                          
"Let's go." He says and I laugh as he just places the shopping basket on the floor and takes my hand to walk out of the store.
                          
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