"It's either The Lion King or The Little Mermaid," I said, looking back at Harry. He was fully absorbed in his phone, the mobile's screen dangerously close to his face as he typed something on it. "Earth to Harry," I waved my arms around for emphasis as I spoke. Within a few tantalizingly long seconds, Harry's head turned, his eyes taking yet another moment to fully focus on me.
"Huh?"
I sighed as I held up the movie choices in my hands. "We were selecting a film."
"Um, okay, Finding Nemo," he muttered as his gaze slid back to the device in his hand.
"That wasn't one of the choices," I grumbled, mostly to myself I knew, as I popped in The Lion King and skipped through the beginning commercials. As soon as the film was playing, I returned to the couch, sitting on the far end away from Harry, until, after a few moments, he glanced up and frowned.
"What are you doing?" he squinted at me. "Come here."
I sighed. I had been planning on making it a point that I didn't like being practically ignored, but I caved. Slowly I crawled over to Harry, who was sprawled out on one side of the couch. I took advantage of his position; instead of laying down next to his body, I straddled his waist. Almost instantly, his attention was on me.
"Alice." His voice was husky and low, his eyes immediately glazed over as he gazed up at me.
"Hmm?"
"This isn't Finding Nemo."
I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at Harry's statement as I moved off of him and went to sit on the floor in front of the couch. "That wasn't one of the options," I replied.
"Why are you on the floor?" Harry grumbled as he absentmindedly wrapped a piece of my hair around his finger. "Come cuddle with me."
"Mm, I think I'll just pay attention to the electronics more than you," I said as I glued my eyes to the large television screen. I could hear Harry mumble something almost inaudible about 'women being so difficult' and 'why couldn't I just come cuddle'. I smiled to myself, pleased with the reaction. I was only messing with Harry, but it was obvious that he was taking it a bit to heart.
"What are you doing?!" I gasped suddenly, unprepared for Harry's large hands to wrap around my waist and pull me up onto the couch.
"We're cuddling," he mumbled in my ear as he tugged me against his chest. We were laying on our sides, both facing the movie playing, with my back pressed to Harry's front. His arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, fingers playing with the hem of my shirt. "I'm sorry I haven't been paying much attention to you lately," he added. "I just have a lot going on."
"I know," I nodded in understanding as I cuddled farther back into Harry, sighing in content when his lips pressed lightly to my cheek. "Have you got anything out of--?"
"No," he replied before I could say her name. I knew that he wasn't exactly happy with the red-haired girl who still sat smugly in some vacant room at the agency, constantly being interrogated by the boys. They had threatened her life multiple times, I knew, in order to try and get something out of her, but she knew that she was the leverage, and apparently she only smirked when they brought weapons into the room.
I felt the same horrible feeling that always came over me when ever Harry said that single-worded answer. The truth that we were getting absolutely nowhere in our quest to get Gemma back crashed down on me once more. It made me feel completely terrible, and if that was the case, then I could only imagine how Harry was feeling right now.
"I wish I could help you," I mumbled.
"This isn't your fight," he replied gruffly, his grip tightening around me as if I was going to move away from him. Instead I placed my hands over his, entwining our fingers in what I hoped was a comforting gesture. Harry sighed softly behind me, and I knew that it had worked.
