You're Still The One

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The ride home was unbearably quiet. Harry’s tense green eyes grazed the dark road before us. His full lips parted to release a hitched breath as he parked the car across from my house. We were sat in silence for exactly two minutes. I would know that because I counted every empty second that passed.



“I’m sorry you had to see that.” He finally said, his murky stare was luminous in the dark.



The gentle words that escaped him conflicted with his physical demeanor. His facial features still held an enraged look. Eyebrows creased into a frown and his face was blank, showing no emotion. I watched him rid the wheel of his tight hold as he avoided making eye contact.



“I know you were protecting me.” I said solemnly and quickly adding, “thank you” to show that it was very much appreciated. His facial expression didn’t change. Not even in the slightest way.



“Harry, I don’t wanna go in. I want to spend the night with you.” I said taking his hand in my own and running my thumb over the thick veins peeking out. Harry shook his head, ripping his hand away from my hold.



“You’re drunk. You don't know what you’re saying.” He roughly stated before turning the car off. We sat in the car in silence again, before he jumped out to assist me. I watched intently as he slowly paced around the front of his car to my side, pulling the door open swiftly. My hand was grasped as he helped me out of the front seat.



“I’m not drunk.” I said breaking through the silence. “I feel fine.”



Though I fought tooth and nail to prove to Harry that I wasn’t drunk, walking straight still proved to be a bit more difficult than I thought. My words didn’t register with him anyway. His head was hung low, green eyes never left the ground beneath our feet. My heart shattered into a million pieces watching him torture himself. It wasn’t even his fault. If there’s anyone to blame, it should be me. I should have paid closer attention to, who I surrounded myself with. All I wanted to do now was to help him and I was prepared to do whatever it takes to see him smile.


As we crossed the street and started down the footpath, I tried to come up with things that would suppress whatever he was feeling at the moment. I thought of a few not-so funny jokes. I even considered some friendly banter. None of that was going to work. He would just assume that I’m being weird and blame it on the alcohol that still lingered through me.



We stood at my front door.



“Goodnight.” He spoke with no energy. Finally, he let go of my hand and turned to walk away, but I reached out and latched onto his hand before he could stray too far.



“Harry, please.” I whimpered.




His eyes were closed as he brought my hand to his mouth leaving a kiss to it. Our hands dropped and I could feel his thumb, stroking the back of it as our eyes met for the first time that night.



“I can’t, Charlie.” The intensity in his eyes made my heart sink. I looked down at the ground, incapable of looking him in the face at that particular moment. His index hooked onto my chin so I was obligated to look at him. His touch fell from me, as his body drew closer to mine. Our chests were physically in contact. “I hate that you had to see that side of me. I shouldn’t have got that angry.”



“People get angry. It’s part of being human.” I pronounced, elevating my hand to sweep away some lingering hair from his forehead that way I could see him clearer. “I’ve seen much worse.”



He still wasn’t fully convinced and I was starting to believe that there was nothing I could do to assure him that I wasn’t scarred or afraid of him or what he was capable of.



Without fully thinking, one of my hands rested on his chest and I stood on the very tip of my toes to gently caress his rose pink lips. Slowly, our bodies meshed together and I could feel his arms snake their way around my waist. His soft lips parted mine skillfully, tongue tactfully glided across my bottom lip. I was so captivated by the heat of the moment, I forgot about almost everything that took place that night. All that mattered to me, presently were, he and I.



He smiled and suddenly, all was right in the world again. A victorious grin assembled to my features as I watched him alluringly bite down on his bottom lip.



“Will you come in?” I asked turning slightly to unlock the door.



He nodded, still smiling.

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