Harry broke apart, his eyes dark with lust.
I giggled. "Miss me much, Haz?"
"Don't you ever leave me again. I love you too much to lose you."
I stared at him. Did he just say he...? "Harry..."
"Don't 'Harry' me. I'm sober. I know what I'm talking about."
"...I'll promise not to run if you don't."
"You kissed me and ran. It hurt. If you won't run from any problems we have, neither will I."
"Then I promise too. Now c'mere, I miss those lips already."
I licked my lips, pulling him close, kissing him again. A chuckle erupted from his throat, licking my bottom lip. What if... I broke apart, staring at him. Quickly, I got up, running to the door.
"You promised you wouldn't run."
Shit. I slowly turned around to see him sitting on my bed.
"Sit." He commanded. I walked over, sitting next to him. He picked me up, placing him in his lap. "What's on your mind, babe?"
I blushed as he said babe , earning a chuckle in response. "Harry, you're known as the flirt. You've had so many girlfriends, and one night stands. How do I know you're not just using me, that whenever we have sex, you'll just move onto someone else?"
"We're going to have sex?"
"Really?! That's all you got out of that?!"
"No, hun... I was listening. I'm not using you. I do actually want you. Not just your sexy body. I want the good times, the bad times, whatever comes with this relationship, as long as I have you. I want you to be my boyfriend."
I giggled. "For a second, it sounded like you were going to propose."
"That comes later." He chuckled.
I stared at him, blushing. "What?"
"Yeah. See, there's something special about you. Girlfriends and one night stands, I just went day by day, see what happens. With you, I have everything planned. I will be your boyfriend, go on dates whenever we can, show you how much I love you, and one day, you'll be my husband. We'll have kids, pets, our own house, and each other."
I stared at him, tears flowing from my eyes. He frowned, panicking. "Did I say something wrong? Do you not want to marry me? Do you--"
"Shut up and kiss me you fool!" I smiled, attacking his lips with mine. We fell onto the bed, me on top of him.
I broke apart, sitting next to Harry. Looking up, I saw Liam.
"You're crying... Harry, what did you do now?"
I shook my head. "He's wonderful, LiLi."
"Then why are you crying?"
"I'm taking him on a date tomorrow night."
I stared at Harry, my eyes wide. More tears fell as I leaned over, hugging him tightly. His arm snaked around my waist, pulling me close.
"Harry, I swear to God, if you hurt him at all , I will kill you."
"I don't plan on it, Liam. He means too much to me."
"God damn it, Harry. Stop saying the right things and make me cry." I whimpered.
He chuckled. "Can't do that, babe."
I whined, making Harry laugh. "Stupid arse."