CHAPTER 6 – '…making islands where no island should go'

The study session was long, but it was good for me to be with my friends, and I needed the review. However, it was a fruitless attempt at trying to keep myself distracted, when really only one thing kept creeping into my mind. Him. Over the past couple of months, ever since I met him, I was turning into my worst nightmare. I was becoming one of those smitten girls that I always ridiculed. I always thought 'Can't you just keep it in your pants? Boys are not the be all and end all'. But I guess I just hadn't found the right one. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that Harry is my be all and end all, my last, since this might all be over tomorrow, but what I am saying is that he could be. Could.

We finished up studying a little later than I thought, and I was getting a little worried because I hadn't heard from Harry yet. I figured he would have come in the library or called me or something. But I guess I was at fault, making him wait and not letting him know. I have to get used to having to think about someone else and not just myself for once. I had never had someone to really 'answer to' before, well except my parents, but I had moved out about a year and half ago. From then on, I was able to do as I pleased, not really having to check in with anyone.

I made my way out into the November night. I hated how it got dark so fast here in the fall and winter. I hate winter; I don't know why I continued to live in such a climate. I wrapped my arms around my body, shivering slightly as the cool air blew past me. My breath formed clouds in the night air, and my nose was already frozen.

Then I saw him. He had his back to me, mirroring my stance slightly, with his arms wrapped tightly around himself, trying to keep warm. He was leaning slightly against a lamppost, the light from the bulb cascading over his frame. Damn it, he could even look sexy when he was dying of cold waiting for me. I sighed inwardly, continuing to fall for him. I quietly made my way over to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind and rested my head against his back.

"I'm so sorry. I should have called, or come out to find you or something. I'm terrible I know. I'm so sorry" I tried explaining. The more I talked, the more I realized how selfish I had been. He turned around in my arms and pulled me in closer for warmth.

"Yeah, you should have" he replied in a flat tone. The guilt in me rose even more.

"I know, I know. I'm so sorry. I really am" I began to plead while burying my head into his chest, but he cut me off.

"Oh come on, it's ok. I was only giving you a hard time" he laughed. "I arrived a little late anyways and thought that you were going to be cross with me. But when I got here, I couldn't find you. I thought you left. So I went to call you, but then realized I didn't have your new cell phone number. So I came into the library to find you, and when I saw you deep in concentration studying with your friends, I didn't want to disturb. So I waited outside. You don't have to apologise" he finished while kissing the top of my head. "You apologise a lot you know?" he stated while pulling me away from him slightly.

"I know, I know. People tell me that all the time. But I really meant it. I'm sorry that I didn't call you" I told him while looking straight into his eyes.

"I can't believe you forgot about me" he said in a mocking tone while holding his hand to his chest.

"Oh don't worry, I didn't forget. I couldn't stop thinking about you" I said the last bit in low whisper, looking down to the floor, not really wanting him to know just how much I thought about him. At that moment, he placed a finger under my chin and pulled my face up to his.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you either" he said as he inched closer to my face, bringing his lips to mine. As our lips massaged each others, he wrapped his arms around me even tighter, bringing me into a warm embrace. His tongue swept across my bottom lip and into my mouth, as the warmth from his body filled all my senses. I was glad that he was holding onto me so tightly, because if he hadn't been, I'm sure my knees would have given way and I would have fallen to the ground. Suddenly the night air didn't feel so cold, I was swimming in a pool of warmth and bliss as he brought his hand up to my face and gently stroked my cheek with his thumb. I got up on my tip toes, trying to get even closer to him, never wanting to break this feeling. But gently, he pulled my face away from his and just stared into my eyes. A small smile formed on his lips and he began to speak in a hushed tone.

"Well that's one way to warm me up, after I froze my arse off out here" he stated, never breaking eye contact. I moved my face closer to his, my lips centimetres away from his.

"I can think of another way to keep you warm, and it doesn't even involve any clothing" I whispered and then pecking his lips, I pulled out of the embrace and gave him a cheeky look.

"I like the sound of that" he answered, grabbing my hand and pulling me in the direction of my house. He started to walk very quickly, as if a man on a mission. I slowed him down a little, tugging on his hand to turn his attention back to me.

"Whoa not so fast Harry, what about food? I'm famished" I asked, suddenly realizing I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. He stopped in his tracks and looked back at me.

"Come to think of it, I'm starving as well. Ok, first food, then we shall continue what we started in that lecture hall" he said with a quick wink and continued to pull me in the direction of home. I couldn't help but laugh at that comment. Boys; either thinking through their stomach or through their pants. It's ok, because I'm really the same way, apart from slight breaks where I have to use my brain for school.

"You know, it's freezing here in Canada. No wonder people think you lot live in those ice houses" he stated.

"Igloos?" I asked.

"Yeah, those things. Where are all the igloos?" he asked me, smiling slightly at the absurdity of his own question.

"Oh Harry, didn't they tell you? They moved all the igloos to the North Pole so the elves can live in them?" I replied with a sarcastic tone.

"Har har, very funny. Now, food; we need food" He stated matter-of-factly turning on his heel. He reached down and clasped my hand in his and pulled me in his direction. We started walking through campus in silence. A comfortable silence. Suddenly, Harry spoke, breaking it.

"By the way, it would be nice if I had your new cell phone number, in case I ever wanted to call you, you know" he remarked, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Oh well, I'll have to think about that. I tend to use that number for my many sexual conquests, so I'll consider it" I jokingly stated. Harry suddenly stopped walking and the smile dropped from his face.

"What?" I asked him, turning him to face me.

"Nothing. Let's just get something to eat ok?" he said quickly, shaking his head. He then pecked me on the lips and starting walking again.

We walked to get some food, and he never once let go of my hand. Normally I would hate that, but now, it just felt good.

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