The next couple of weeks were some of the hardest.
I think I cried most nights after realising that it was more than just lust that I felt towards Harry.
It was love.
I would drift off in classes and day dream about what it felt like to be in his arms again.
I was head over heels in love with him and I couldn’t do anything about it. He had clearly stated his place, saying that ‘we can’t.’ I knew he was just trying to do the right thing, but it hurt so bad.