This will be the last time I will look at you like a girl who once loved you.

  Misty looked outside, she could see his apartment, from the car headlight. She sighed and looked down at Harry. He was still asleep on her lap. She sighed and tried to wake him up. "Harry, Wake up." Misty stirred his arm to wake him up. Harry mumbled in his dream, not wanting to wake up. Misty somehow managed to make him sit straight. 

She walked out of the taxi, and with help of the driver, she got Harry out of the car. She thanked the driver before she could ask him what happened after that, but she was struggling to keep him straight. 

She gave the driver fare and said goodbye to him before carrying Harry inside his apartment. He shared his room with three classmates, luckily it was the time of the new year. All of them went back to their hometowns to visit their families. Misty felt a bit easy knowing they would not be home otherwise it would be awkward for her to carry Harry home at midnight.