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Harry's PoV:

I didn't know what to do.

I was stunned. Frozen.

I couldn't move. I could speak. I couldn't breathe.

She loved me? Emma actually loved me? That was not possible. No one had ever loved me.

My eyes were trained on Emma and I watched as her face fell, her eyes welling up with tears when I continued to say nothing, and then she proceeded to jump up and run back to the house.

When I heard the back door slam shut the air left my lungs in a loud exhale.

I dropped my head and ran my hands over my face.

Emma wasn't supposed to love me. We weren't even supposed to be together.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Now what were we supposed to do?

I didn't know where to go from here, but I needed help, and the only other person I could talk to because they knew about my relationship with Emma was Jamie.

Standing up I went back in the house, making my way up the stairs.

I had to pass Emma's room to get to Jamie's, but when I got to her door I heard crying.

"What did he say?" I heard Jamie's voice.

"Nothing. He said nothing." I heard Emma cry. "He just looked at me like I was an alien or something."

"Oh, Emmy i'm so sorry."

"I've never felt more humiliated in my life." She sobbed to him. "I don't even know how I can look at him now; i'm mortified."

"Maybe you just took him by surprise." Jamie said.

That was an understatement.

"I know, but if he felt the same he would've said it. Right?"

"I don't know, Emma. I don't know him like you do."

"I wish I had never said anything. He'll never look at me the same way again." She cried and I felt a sharp twist in my chest. "I just ruined our relationship."

I backed away from her door, walking down the hall to my room where I closed the door behind me before going to lay down on the bed.

Staring up at the ceiling I felt nothing but confusion and awkwardness.

How the hell was I supposed to face her now after she had said that? After she had said that she loved me.

That was a weighted word.

The word love wasn't something that you threw around.

But the thing was, I didn't know if I wanted her to mean it or not.

I didn't sleep the entire night.

In the morning after showering and getting dressed I walked downstairs to get myself some coffee.

"Good morning, Harry." I passed Mrs. Winston on the stairs, a small pink jacket for Mila in her hands.