All I Want For Christmas Is You

I was shocked.

He just said that.

Harry breathed heavily as he glared at me. "It's true," he said, now a little calmer. I felt my lip quiver and I bit it to stop myself from crying. Harry noticed and he sighed as he ducked his head down before flipping his hair back over. His expression was just neutral now instead of furious. "Sorry," he said, realizing he was about to make me cry. And Harry was Harry and I knew he couldn't make anyone cry, and he knew if he did... there's a problem.

"No, remember? You don't like me," I whimpered, still holding back a flow of tears. Harry turned around to re-evaluate his words. He propped both his arms behind his head while he thought to himself. I breathed in deeply, my inhale shaky, as I stopped from crying and put my brave face on. I came all this way.. He should understand that. "I do like you... In fact... I..." he couldn't finish his statement. "You know, this isn't worth it. You will probably tell everyone in the world," he said, turning back around to me. I looked at him puzzled. "You what?" I asked, wanting him to finish his previous statement. Harry shook his head, causing his cascade of locks to swing back and forth... back and forth. "Harry!" I heard someone yell from outside of the room again. Harry rolled his eyes. "What?" he yelled back, cracking the door open ever so slightly. "Harry you two need to come out here!" the voice yelled back. Harry sighed and kicked his toe against the ground. "You can wait Gemma," he said before closing the door. I expected him to slam it with all his strength, but he proved me wrong and did the opposite.

"Sorry.. My family... Well they like you and want to talk to you probably. And I hope I'm doing good by saving you from it," he said with a straight face. I cringed my eyebrows. "I don't have a problem with talking to your parents Harry," I laughed. Harry still showed no emotion or sentiment. "I'm serious, I don't mind," I finished, rubbing my waterlines on my eyes from my almost crying as I gave a half smile at my statement. Harry sat back down on the bed, resting his lower arms on his thighs as he held his hands together. He looked down at his hands and then back at me. "Oh... Sorry then," he replied, looking back down at his hands again. There was a pause.

"Harry... You were about to say something ... After you said you do in fact like me, you started saying I," I reminded him. I really wanted to know what he was about to say. "No... I didn't say anything," he rejected, looking over to the door. "Mmhmm... Sure ya didn't," I said sassily. He sharply turned to face me, and slapped his hands on his thighs. "I really didn't," he said, looking down again. "Seriously Harry... What were you going to say?" Harry sighed loudly and looked at me. "It's not important, you're making it like it is life or death," "Well maybe to me it is... Two second ago you were yelling at me, and then now you are saying you do like me.. and you were gonna say something else, but you stopped," I rephrased. "It doesn't matter!" Harry yelled, getting frustrated with me but not the angry frustrated way, and I thought it was a little cute. He obviously was going to say something. Harry gathered all my words together in his head and he stood up and came up to me. He set his hand on my shoulder. "Fine... you win," he started. "The real thing is that I've been trying to convince myself that I didn't need you and things like that, but I can't... I.... I still love you... Even if I barely know you... I fell for you... But I can't have you," I felt my heart drop again. Why must you be so confusing Harry..

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