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Chapter 9
Dougie's POV
"Well, c'mon boys!" Constance waved us back up onto the cart. Harry took my hand and pulled me up. He sat down and motioned for me to sit on his lap. I grinned, and he pulled me down into his arms. "We wasted a great deal of daylight," she scolded us.
"Well, if you wouldn't have fainted, we probably wouldn't have wasted it," Harry piped up, not wanting to take the blame for this.
"If you two would've woken me up, we would probably be two times the distance we are now!" Constance threw back, not going down without a fight. "But no, you two had to almost kill each other, tell a sob story, and suck face with each other!"
Harry was speechless at this and quietly mumbled, "I'm sorry Constance." I don't think even Con had seen this side of Harry before. She was shocked that he actually took the blame for something. He actually apologized. But after she looked away, Harry leaned over and whispered, "For not making my move on him sooner," in my ear. I shook my head, a smile across my face. He winked at me and kissed my cheek.
We travelled a while, Harry cuddling me in his arms. That was until Constance asked, "Hey Dougie, would you mind taking the reins for me?"
"Um, sure," I answered. I tried to squirm out of Harry's arms, but he wouldn't let me go. I turned around to see a sad puppy dog look on his face. "Harry, you have to let me go," I told him, still trying to break free.
"Nope. I'm not going to," he told me sternly.
"Then how am I going to take the reins?" I asked him.
"Like this," was all he said before he swooped me up into his arms and stood up.
"Harry! Put me down!" I yelled at him, kicking furiously into the air. He sat down on the edge of the cart, placed me between his legs, and put the reins in my hands.
"See! It was quite simple," he joked with me.
"Don't do that again," I ordered him.
"How would you stop me from doing it?" he asked me, a smirk wide across his face. I sighed and he chuckled in success.
"You guys are adorable, but this is making me sick," Constance joked, fake gagging.
Harry turned around and gave her a death stare. "You're not funny," he told her, anger in his voice.
After some time, Harry had fallen asleep, his arms tightly wrapped around my waist, under the blanket I had covered us in. I couldn't help but admire him. I liked him. I never imagined that I would be with him, but I think I'm glad that I am now. He made me smile, something that wouldn't have happened if I were still locked up in that schoolhouse. All in all, I think I'm happy that I'm the key now. Yet I know, there's a lot of danger soon coming our way.