Harry makes his way over to you, your name slipping from his lips once he gets close enough to speak. Your head snaps toward him, eyes wide and afraid. Your gaze softens, however, when you register the handsome features of his face.
“Harry,” you breathe, and then you’re scrambling up from your spot in the booth, throwing your arms around his neck and crushing him in a tight embrace. He’s a bit surprised at your sudden display of affection, but he returns it, nonetheless, hugging you close with his fingers digging into your back.
“Hey,” he says. The greeting is muffled as he burrows his nose against your shoulder. “You okay?”
You nod quickly, pulling back and peering up at him shyly. “I’m fine, I’m fine. I—thank you for coming.”
“Of course,” he grunts, because haven’t you realised by now that he would do anything for you?
“Why’re you out so late?” he asks, his tone tinted with admonishment. He can’t help it—he’s worried.
“My friend and I were working on a research project at her place,” you reply. “And I got hungry on the way home, so I figured I’d just stop off here, but—”
You break off, swallowing heavily.
His hands reach up to cup your face, tucking your hair behind your ears as he studies you carefully. There’s a thin sheen of sweat coating your hairline, and your bottom lip is swollen, like you’ve been chewing on it relentlessly. Fear brews in your eyes, but there’s something else, too. Relief.
“You sure you’re alright?” Harry presses, earnest.
“Yes,” you say. You wrap your fingers around his wrists, squeezing them softly. Your next words are quiet, barely audible.
“He’s still out there, isn’t he?”
Harry nods, flattening his mouth into a thin line.
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