Our relationship. It wasn't sonnet inspiring, the story of it won't make thousands want to listen. But it was complicated and it was special to us. It was certainly more than I bargained for from just seeing a boy with a football helmet across the room.


42. Forty two

That night I'm studying when there's a knock at my window, making me jump. When I look, Harry's there, swinging on the little balcony thing I have outside my window. I laugh at him, opening it. 

"Come inside, you're going to kill yourself!" 

He grins, pulling himself up over the bars and into my room. "I'm fine. I'm actually very strong."

"Oh yeah?" I laugh at him, sitting back down and he laughs too, resting himself above me and kissing me. 

"Hello." he says before kissing me again. "You look very pretty."

I push him back and sit up, smiling at him. He sticks his bottom lip out. 

"We need to talk." I remind him and he groans, laying down and pulling me with him. 

"Let's not." he suggests. "Let's just make out and pretend we never even fought."

"Seriously." I sit up and look at him. "There's still a few things we haven't discussed."

"Like what?"

"Like you took everything from your relationship with Leigha and put it into our friendship." I say and he looks more serious. 

"I'm going to be honest with you."


"Maybe at first, before I actually knew you properly, I was still caught up with her and missed everything we did and I saw the opportunity to just go back to those places with you. But then I got to know you and I started to like you and all those things, the diner and the look out and whatever else, stopped being about Leigha and started being about you."

I smile at him. "Okay. Okay, I was being stupid. Now we can make out and pretend we never fought."

"Oh no." he grins, a glint in his eye as he sits up. "I actually have a bone to pick with you for once."

"Oh yeah? And what would that be?" 

"You..." he says, leaning back over and kissing my forehead. "...should have trusted me."

"I know." I tell him. "I'm sorry."

"Why didn't you?" he asks softly. 

I shrug, feeling stupid. "She was just so pretty and there was this atmosphere between the two of you and it was so surreal actually seeing you with her and she was just so so pretty-"

"Woah." he chuckles. "Slow down. You had nothing to worry about."

"I know that now."

He smiles at me. "You are way prettier than her."

"I wouldn't go that far. She was the prettiest girl I've ever seen." I say and he laughs, shaking his head. 

"You're way too nice to somebody who was such a bitch to you."

"What, like I'm nice to you?" I joke but kiss him, pulling him down with me as I lay down. "I love you."

He looks kind of surprised I said it. I feel like we've said in arguments and deep conversations or whatever but I feel like we've barely ever said it casually like that. 

"I love you." he says back. "Very much so."

I can't describe the happiness I feel hearing him say that. Maybe I didn't trust him before because I couldn't believe my luck with him. He is just so completely out of my league, it still blows my mind that he feels anything towards me. Regardless of whether he was in my league or not, I feel so safe with him. I feel safe with him as my friend, but not as safe as I do when we're actually together.

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