~*Lynn’s POV*~


I chewed the end of my pencil, trying very hard to concentrate on my math homework. It was next to impossible however my mind stuck on the thought of what Harry had told me a few days ago at the coffee shop and also because Jake was currently right next to me. When I met up with Harry we conversed like usual friends until he told me the worst. He told me he was leaving after classes ended and with finals coming up that was only a few weeks ahead. Jakes foot was casually resting on my thigh, as he lay down on my bed, his arms behind his head as he watched me silently.

I sighed. “Jake, stop staring at me." I said. “You’re distracted me."

Using his toes, he poked my tummy. “But I’m not saying or doing anything." He pointed out, grinning.

"You know what you’re doing, okay?" I said, narrowing my eyes at him. “Stop doing it."

Jake sat up and scooted over to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist from the back. “If you’re so distracted," he said softly in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, “take a break."

"Jake, do you want me to fail my algebra finals?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"No, we don’t want that, do we?" he asked, kissing my neck. I sighed and shut my eyes.

"Jake," I mumbled, leaning forward to pull away from him. “Stop."

"Okay." Jake pouted. “I’ll stop."

"Thanks." I smiled at him.

He didn’t reply. I laughed at his expression. “As soon as you're done, I’m yours." Jake declared.

I laughed. “Uh-huh."

"Lynn," he groaned. “Stop studying. You know everything."

"No I don’t!" I said. “Jake, I don’t know anything."

"Yes, you do." he said, prying the pen out of my hand. “You’re good at it. Come on, I came here to spend time with you. Are you going to ditch me for math?"

"Don’t make it sound so unimportant." I grumbled, I shut my books closed. There was no point in trying to argue with Jake, because he always won. The asshole knew what effect he had on me, and that was evident by his smirk as I crawled onto his lap.

"See?" he asked. “Isn’t this better than doing algebra?"

"I’d rather not answer that," I joked, running my hands through his soft hair.

Jake’s eyes fluttered shut and he rested his forehead on my shoulder, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “I love it when you do that," he said softly. I smiled, and continued massaging his scalp with my fingers and running my hands through his hair, letting the soft, brown strands slip through my fingers.

"Long day?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he mumbled against my skin. “It was shit. I missed you, though."

"I missed you too," I told him.

"Really? And yet you want to do math instead of spending time with your boyfriend?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes. “What am I doing right now, then?" I questioned.

Jake pulled away, and smiled up at me. “Not kissing me, that’s for sure."

I giggled. “Oh really?" I asked, leaning in and brushing my nose against his. “Maybe we should change that…"

Before our lips could meet, Jake’s phone buzzed. He cursed under his breath. “Let it be." he said, trying to capture my lips with his.

"Jake, pick it up." I told him. “It may be important."

He sighed and reached for his phone and picked it up.

"Hello?" he mumbled. “Oh hey, Katie."

My stomach tightened when I heard the name, Katie.

When I was "new" in school, I’d heard from everyone that Katie had a massive crush on Jake. Their dads were good friends, and the two families often used to meet up for dinner, which is how they got to know each other properly and Niall and him are really good friends. It seemed like Jake would go for Katie. He was popular, along with his other friends and Katie was in the cheer leading team. She wasn’t one of those typically biotic cheerleaders shown on TV, of course, but she wasn’t exactly the nicest person around.

I guess it was natural for her to hate me. Maybe she thought that in a way, I’d stolen Jake from her. She was horrible to me initially, but after Jake asked her to back off, she’d toned down a bit. She left no opportunity to bother me though, no matter how subtle she was about it. She made it to the point to show how well she knew Jake, way before I did, so when the three of us were together she'd always brag but no one would notice besides me.

"Erm, I’m not free this Saturday, darling," he was saying to her, shaking his head, Darling. "Niall and I are going out," he smiled while talking to her. “How about Friday?" Was he making plans to go out with her? "Sounds good, then? Okay, great. See you. Bye."

He hung up. “That was Katie,” he said.

Yeah, I know. I mentally rolled my eyes. "What did she want?"

"She wants help with History,” he said. “Finals are coming up in a matter of weeks, and she thinks she’ll fail. You’re all the same,” he added, with a chuckle.

"So you’re meeting up with her this Friday, then?" I asked, trying to keep the discomfort from showing in my voice.

Jake, being Jake, wasn’t fooled. He looked up at me curiously. “Is that okay?"

"You don’t have to ask me that," I told him. “I’m not your mom."

"No, but you’re my girlfriend," Jake pointed out. “If you have a problem with something like that, I won’t do it."

"No, no." I said hurriedly. “You should go, help her out," I tried to shoot him a smile, and then pulled away from him. “I should get this shit finished," I motioned at my math homework.

"Lynn?" he asked softly. “Do you want me to go?"

"I don't know." I mumbled, opening my books. I wished he’d stop asking. I was scared this would annoy him, because maybe I was coming across a bit too possessive and clingy. But I shook it off and thought how I'll just visit Sissy and Adri.

"Ok, I need to study now I'll see you later ok?" I kissed him gently on his cheek and waved at him as he put on his shoes and walked out the door.

************

I had intended on going to Jake’s later the next few days, but exhaustion overtook me when I sat down on my bed. These last few weeks I had gotten up at 4:15 in the morning, had a shower, gone to classes, gotten hit on by two guys who weren’t people I knew, and then hung out with Harry for hours. I fell unknowingly into a dreamless sleep and didn’t wake again until late. Adri and Sissy came home and we watched Tangled for about the 60th time, gossiped a little about the note on the whiteboard Jake had left me earlier, and then went back to bed. They had been very interested to know more about my across the street neighbor. He had moved across a while ago and Jake had told me his name was Jonathan Shredder not to lie, he was really hot. Adri had been coming over every other day telling me how she has a secret crush on this kid and spent most of our free weekends gossiping about him.

Wednesday passed completely uneventfully. I went to my classes on time, and came back home to write a short essay for my literature class.

Yesterday I had to attend intro to modern art and Harry was nowhere to be seen. We had the same class but I had returned to one of the seats in front because I couldn't see from far back, but I rushed to gather my stuff at the end of class to see if I could catch him, but no luck. I thought about him more than I liked to admit. Every time I clicked a picture of a slide on my phone, I was distracted by images in my head of him smiling at me with that lopsided grin that overtook the bottom half of his face, dimples so deep that I was sure they held answers to secrets man had been questioning for ages, topped off with a curly brown mop of tousled hair covered by a soft grey beanie. I wondered where that boy has been but I shook off the thoughts. Last Saturday it seemed like I had all these options with guys and now those boys seemed to have evaporated into the thin air.

It’s Friday and I needed to study but every time I began to read, I found myself mulling over the same line over and over again. I let out a strangled noise and let my head fall back against the wall of my bed. Frustration didn’t even begin to cover how I felt. I rubbed my face with the palms of my hands and let my mind roam.

Hours passed by. I wouldn’t have noticed except for how the light from my window began to dim and fade. Summer was quickly approaching and the sun was beginning to set later and later each day. As I reached over to turn on my lamp, a sharp pounding at my door startled me so badly I almost completely fell off my bed.

“Come in,” I called, my voice raspy from hours of disuse. I heard whomever it was tried to open the door, but the knob wouldn’t turn.

The muffled words “Bloody thing’s locked” reached my ears, so I darted off my bed, holding out hope that the person on the other side would be Jake. I quickly opened up the door and was shocked by who I saw.

A tall boy with chestnut locks stood in front of me, his pale green eyes boring into mine. They were the same color as worn green sea glass and they were hypnotizing. I tore my eyes from Harry’s and refocused, taking in the rest of his image.

Harry had a rucksack carelessly slung over one shoulder, highlighting exactly how broad his frame really was. He was also holding a bottle of Jack Daniels with two red solo cups hung on the neck of the container lazily. I thought he didn't drink? There was something so casually effortless to the look of him that would seem almost sloppy on most people, but Harry managed to make it work, make it look good even. Harry looked attractive in his well-worn jeans, a slightly faded grey V-neck, his unruly curls brushed messily to one side of his forehead.

Harry stood up straight, giving him a very strong presence and yet I noticed how his beat up white converses were pointed towards one another at the toes, slightly pigeoned inward. Harry was a contradiction of confidence and self-consciousness, with a hint of boyish charm, something safe and yet mischievous glinting deep in his friendly eyes.

“Are you gonna let me in?” he drawled, snapping me out of my daydream.

I grabbed the front of his shirt, the soft material bunching in my fist and pulled him into my room quickly. He had a shocked yet pleasantly amused look on his face. ”Well hello to you too,” he said jokingly, garnished with a cute half grin.

If he had been seen holding that container of alcohol, there could be serious consequences for me. Well, I had always been terrified of the consequences if my parents ever caught me. Alcohol was strictly forbidden in my house and as crazy as it sounds I had room inspections by my mother conducted at random times to make sure no alcohol was hidden amongst me. Heat surged to my cheeks as I stuck my head out into my hallway to see if anyone had noticed the infraction.

I quickly pulled my head back into my room like a groundhog that had seen its shadow, predicting the doom of another harsh 6 weeks of winter.

“Are you fucking crazy Harry? You could get me into some serious shit if my mom saw you coming in here with that,” I said, gesturing to the bottle he held after I had firmly shut my door and secured the lock.

His mouth immediately opened and a bark of a laugh was expelled. It was such a deep and loud noise, but Harry’s laugh was as beautiful as he was and I couldn’t help but smile. He took his large paw of a hand and covered his mouth in a way that suggested he was embarrassed by the noise he had emitted.

After he had settled down, he told me “your mom may be an inspector but I have some rather incriminating evidence on her so if she knows what’s best, she’ll leave you be.” Harry wore a smirk on his face as he crossed the room to my bed. He placed his knapsack amongst my homework that was spread across my duvet.

“What are you doing here?” I pondered aloud as I watched him make himself at home, scooting my junk to one side of my mattress. Harry effortlessly hopped on my mattress and settled himself, leaning against the wall my bed was situated against, careful not to disrupt the pictures hung on it.

“Is this a pillow top?” Harry asked casually, as he bounced slightly up and down on my bed. ”It’s much more comfortable than my bed ever was… or perhaps it’s just because it’s yours,” he added cheekily as an afterthought.

I ignored the last half of his comment and simply said “yes. It’s a down pillow top.” I rolled my eyes, frustrated that he hadn’t answered my question so I repeated myself. ”Why are you here?”

Harry pouted out his plump baby pink bottom lip. It would have been pathetic if he didn’t look so goddamned kissable. ”Finals are coming up and since everyone else is studying I figured I'd come over and study with you.”

Shit. I had forgotten. Completely forgotten. Even though thoughts of Harry had circulated through my brain at an alarming rate earlier this week, finals or studying didn't cross my mind; my life had gotten more than a little complicated.

“Crap, I forgot about finals! I've been so distracted lately.” I lied.

Harry surprised me when he gave me a small encouraging smile. “Its alright. I understand what it’s like to be distracted,” he said casually, eyeing me up and down. I slapped his foot, trying not to laugh at his flirty teasing. Harry got the hint and glanced down at his knapsack, undoing the zipper, then pulling out a text book. “Where do you want to start?” he asked, setting the book on his lap. I stood there at the foot of the bed for a moment not sure what to do.

“From the beginning,” I replied, snapping my focus back to the here and now.

“The beginning- a good place to start I guess,” Harry said, a tiny smile threatening to break across his mouth. Of course I just stood there, making a complete ass of myself. “Do you expect me to explain everything to you from here or…” and as his sentence slowly trailed off, he patted the space on my blanket next to him, suggesting I hop up and join him.

I tried to get up next to him as gracefully as I could, which meant I was a complete klutz and tripped over myself trying to climb on the bed. I left as much space between us as possible, but that soon disappeared as he pulled out his phone to show me images of slides from the lessons he had taken. Harry spoke lowly so as he explained the meanings behind each piece, I had to scoot closer to him to hear. After about two and a half hours of this, almost three, I was practically in his lap, but at least I was much better informed about the material. Harry might have a pretty face, but he also had an intelligent mind and a knack for modern art. I couldn’t help my thoughts from wandering after a while though.

“So, the reds used in Jasper John’s art against the bright yellows and blues was to highlight…” Harry paused but I didn’t even notice. “...How much I want you to suck my cock.” I didn’t even blink at his words, I was still spaced out. “You’re not even listening anymore, Lynn!” he said, blowing a strong puff of air out through his mouth, disrupting the curls resting against his brow.

“Hmmm?” I asked, looking away from the spot across the room that I had found so interesting for absolutely no reason at all, staring at it with glazed eyes for the past 5 minutes.

“Alright. It’s time for a break,” Harry said, putting down his phone and stretching his arms over his head. A tiny bit of toned torso peeked out from the hems of his layered shirts and I tried not to look. I could just make out the dark ink of a tattoo above his hipbone but I turned my head abruptly, not wanting to stare. I heard Harry chuckle a little before he hopped off my bed with a thud. His knees popped loudly from sitting too long and the sound made me cringe a little because it sounded painful.

“Ouch,” I said and he looked over at me questioningly. ”Your knees,” I explained as I pointed at them like I was three years old.

“Oh. When you hear that sound it’s just a pressure change in the synovial fluid around your joints changing. There’s this whole process called cavitation but the long and the short of it is that the gasses trapped in the fluid are released causing that lovely cracking sound,” he told me nonchalantly. I stared at him completely dumbfounded as he grabbed the bottle of whiskey and two cups from on top of my desk. He looked over at me, at the stupid expression plastered on my face and his expression turned smug. “What? Isn’t a guy allowed to know some stuff?”

I shut my mouth, pretty sure that my jaw had been hanging on the floor and finally managed a sentence. “What’s your major Harry?”

“Sports medicine,” he said with a slight shrug of his shoulders, like it was no big deal. He walked over to me with the bottle and empty cups. He showed me the lid, allowing me to inspect it and I saw that the screw top was unhampered with, a completely fresh bottle. Harry passed me both the red solo cups and I held them out as he unscrewed the Jack Daniels and poured out equal amounts.

I could feel Harry watching me but he said nothing of my odd silence. Trying to break the awkward quiet, I asked “you didn’t happen to bring anything to mix this with because I don’t think I have the stomach to drink plain whiskey straight.” A small nervous giggle caught in my throat.

Harry held up a finger and smiled. “Way ahead of you, babe.” He searched for his rucksack amongst the papers spread across my bed. Harry pulled out a large bottle of coke and again showed me the cap before opening it slowly so that the liquid held inside the plastic wouldn’t erupt forth and make a mess of the carpet.

"Tonight has been very informative, but you’ll have to excuse me because I think my bed is calling my name," I said through an over exaggerated fake yawn.

"Oh no you don’t. I have a surprise for you that I think will make you very happy. C’mon. Grab your coat," he directed.

"But-"

"No buts. Seriously Lynn, get your coat on. It’s cold outside."

I knew I wasn’t going to win the argument so I obediently did as I was ordered. I watched Harry shovel all of his things into his bag so we could go wherever the fuck it was he wanted to drag me. “Oh, I almost forgot," he said as he picked up the bottle of whiskey. “Take a sip," he said as he offered the bottle to me. “C’mon. You might want to for where we’re going.

I gingerly took the Jack from him, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip. I scrunched up my face as the acidic liquor hit the back of my throat.

"Don’t be a pussy, Lynn!" Harry taunted.

"Just because I have a pussy doesn’t mean I am one," I griped.

Harry bellowed out another of his deep belly laughs and dared me “prove it then."

Caving to peer pressure, I tilted my head back and took one, two, and then a third large gulp. “Blech!" I said as I wiped my mouth with the back of my sleeve and passed him back the drink. Harry took a few large swigs and then capped the bottle.

"I am about to bless you with another bit of wisdom," he crowed happily as he jumped up and then stood up on my bed. He placed his hands on one of the old ceiling tiles above him and slid it forward. Harry then took the Jack Daniels and placed it inside the gap in the ceiling he had created. He then carefully placed back the square and you could never tell anything was ever there. “Perfect hiding spot," Harry claimed as he clapped his hands together and began to get down. “Piece of cake."

"I’ll never remember that’s up there, but it is ingenious," adding a little bit of praise to my comment.

"I’ll just have to remind you next time I’m over to revise," the cheerful glow remaining on his face. “No more stalling though. We’ve got places to be and people to see. Onward and upward," Harry exclaimed as he looped his arm through mine.

"I better not regret this," I groaned as we exited my room. I remembered to lock the door after me.

"You won’t," he promised as we began our decent down the stairwell towards the front of my dorm.

We began to walk across my neighborhood at a brisk pace due to the temperature. Harry chatted merrily the whole time. I turned my head to watch him speak and his words hung in the air around us in the form of clouds because the air was so chilled. The streets were almost deserted, but the few people who saw us gave us strange and curious looks. Harry ignored it so I figured I could too.

Before too long, we got to the edge of a street and sighed as I realized whose house we were outside from.

"What are we doing here?" I spat annoyingly remembering how Jake had a "study date" with Katie. We walked up the pathway to Jakes house and rang the bell as Harry turned to look at me

"Well, that’s my queue to leave," Harry stated before he pulled me into a hug. “Remember, don’t be so uppity and give the lad a chance," he whispered into my ear, his hot breath tickling my ear. Harry squeezed me a smidge tighter before releasing me completely and turning away to walk back where we came from. I stood there rocking back and forth on my heels waiting for someone to open the door but no one answered. I furrowed my brows as I saw some shadows moving at the upper part of his house, indicating he was home. I knocked on the door every knock becoming louder as my impatience grew. Once I got frustrated I reached out for the knob and turned it slightly to find the door open, he was definitely home. I walked inside slowly, his whole living room was dark but I figured he'd be upstairs due to the shadows I saw earlier. As I continued to walk upstairs I finally got to his bedroom turning the knob and entering the room horrified at the scene that was happening. They both sat next to each other at the edge of the bed his hand wandering up her length of body as she sucked on his lips like some animal. He kissed back caressing her not realizing I stood right on the door.

"Jake- I" He snapped his head towards my direction, getting up quickly straightening himself.

"Jake, what is this stupid thing doing here?" Katie asked as she grabbed Jakes arms and pulled him towards her.

"Leave." He stuttered to Katie not making eye contact with anyone.

"But Jakey, what abo-"

"I said leave." He cut her off and walked her out the door and locked it as I heard her heels hit against the pavement.

I sat still on the bed, unable to think of a single word to say. Jake sat opposite me, looking up at me expectantly. Maybe he wanted me to scream, or hit him, or throw things, but I just sat there, unable to move, unable to talk.

"Lynn," he sighed after a long silence. “Please, please say something."

"I—" I choked out. “What can I say? You…"

"It was a mistake. I wasn’t thinking, I…" he shook his head. “I’m sorry. We were studying and we got off track and I'm so sorry."

"But you kissed her." I said.

"I—yeah. Yeah, I did." he said, looking down at his hands.

I nodded slowly, and got up.

"Lynn?" he looked up. “Where are you going?"

"I need some—some time. I need to—" get away from you. Just for a little time... again."

"You’re leaving?" he asked me, and I could see the hurt in his expression. “You’ll come back right?"

I don’t know.

I didn’t reply, but headed out quickly, leaving Jake sitting alone on the bed, calling out my name.

******

I didn’t even know how I got there, or why I was there in the first place, but I found myself reaching for the doorbell of his house.

Harry, please be home…please be home…

I rang the doorbell, and dabbed at my eyes. I knew it was of no use anyway, because every time I wiped my eyes, a fresh set of tears would stream down my face.

The door opened to reveal a very sleepy looking Harry. His hair was messed up, and he wasn’t wearing a shirt, only sweats.

"Lynn? What’re you doing here?" he asked. Then, as he took in my expression, his eyes widened. “Lynn? Are you crying?"

"I’m—I’m sorry." I sniffed, taking a step back. “Were you sleeping? I’ll just come back later—"

"No, come in." he said, and took my hand and pulled me in. He shut the door behind me, and grabbed my shoulders. “What happened to you?

"He—cheated on me—" I said, trying to control myself.

"Jake? He what?" Harry asked, arching his eyebrows. The sleepiness present in his eyes just a few moments ago had now evaporated, and he was wide awake and alert—he also looked really angry. “How? With who?"

"That Katie slut— Niall's stupid sister" I broke off. “I’m sorry I came here, I just…"

"Don’t apologize." he said, pulling me into a hug. “You can come here anytime you want, Lynn."

I sobbed into his chest, wrapping my arms around him. He stroked my hair, with one hand, his other arm wrapped tightly around my waist.

"Hey, don’t cry," he murmured softly. “Come on, sit down."

He took my hand and led me to the couch, and made me sit down. “Can I get you some water, babe?" he asked, wiping my cheeks. I nodded. He walked to the kitchen, and came back a minute later with some water. He handed it to me and I gulped it down slowly, and then set the glass down on the table. Harry got on his knees in front of the couch, so our faces were leveled. “Lynn, it’s okay. Don’t cry."

"How could he?" I asked. “He kissed her back. He said things got "off track."

"You can’t always control how you feel, Lynn." Harry said, and his tone made me look up. It was almost bitter. “Look, I’m not saying what he did was right. But you’re free to stay here as long as you want to, alright?"

"Thanks, Harry." I said, nodding. He smoothed my hair away from my face. “Thank you so much."

"Lynn, I…" he sighed, and then shook his head. “It’s—it’s okay."

"What?" I asked him.

"It’s nothing." he shook his head. “Erm, would you like something to eat?"

"Harry," I said. “Tell me what you were going to say."

"It’s nothing," he repeated. “Really Lynn—"

"Harry." I interrupted. “Just shut up and say it."

He smiled slightly. “Technically, I can’t really shut up and say it—"

"Styles!" I cut across him, and he sighed.

"At this point, Lynn, I doubt you would want to know—"

"Harry, will you just say it?" I asked. “Of course I want to know. Why wouldn’t I? I mean, I’m curious, you can’t just leave things hanging and—"

I was cut off by Harry’s lips, which were suddenly on mine. My eyes widened as he pulled away.

And then I realized—I was about to respond.

"That," he said. "That is what I wanted to say. What I’ve always wanted to say, but I just didn’t know how to."

"Harry—"

"I should be happy to see you happy. I mean, Jake is a nice lad, and you’re…you’re fucking amazing. But I can’t do it; I can’t see you with him without feeling a bit of jealous. I really like you, Lynn. I’ve always really liked you since we met."

I sat there, staring at him with my eyes wide.

He sighed. “Damn, this was the wrong time to—I didn’t mean—you just fought with Jake and—Lynn, I’m sorry—"

"Shut up," I said, and he fell silent. “Seriously, you’re telling me NOW?"

"I—"

"I said shut up," I said, and he closed his mouth again. “Harry, you've always been there for me and remember when we sat at the tree house and I was scared and you told me how you wouldn't let me fall?"

"Yeah" he stated confused.

"I gained feelings for you but I was scared to admit it because dating Jake and having feeling for you felt really wrong at that moment."

"You liked me?"

"Yeah!" I said, wiping away the last of my tears and sitting up. “I thought I’d made it pretty obvious."

"I…never knew…" he shook his head. “Damn it, Lynn, why didn’t you tell me?"

"I don’t know!" I said.

"What about now?"

"I—"

Did I still like him? Harry and I were really good friends, and I loved spending time with him. Though I would never admit it out loud, but sometimes, I liked spending time more with Harry than I did with Jake. Hell, I think its pretty obvious I love spending time with him but there was something very comfortable about being with Harry, as easy as breathing.

And now he was looking at me, half happy half scared, as if his life depended on my answer.

Which should’ve been very obvious. Why was I even asking myself if I still liked him?

"Lynn?" Harry said. “I shouldn't have said anything I'm so stup-"

But I cut him off and grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him into me. “I really like you, Harry." I said.

He was blushing, and he grinned slightly. “Well, then it’s sorted, isn’t it?"

And he pressed his lips to mine, one hand gripping my neck and the other placed on my thigh. I kissed him back, my hands wounding in his hair.

He pulled away. “What about Jake…"

"Forget him." I shook my head. “I don’t want to think about anything but us right now, Harry."

He smiled. “I can live with that," he said, and pressed his lips to mine once more.



*********



~*Harry's POV*~

My eyes opened slowly, trying to adjust to the bright sunlight streaming through the window of my room. I blinked and narrowed my eyes and turned my face away, involuntarily extending my arm, I smiled when my hand came in contact with her warm body.

I turned to look at her, lying next to me, looking as beautiful as ever, even when she was asleep. Her hair was spread out across the pillow, a few strands falling on her face. Her lips were parted slightly and in her sleep she sighed some names, twitching ever so slightly. I reached for her face and pushed the strands away, letting my fingers linger on the soft skin of her cheeks, stroking it lightly.

I felt tears sting the back of my eyes, knowing that this would be one of the last times we would wake up this way, next to each other. This was the first time I’d ever seen her next to me lying peacefully as ever. I could see the slight frown on her face, and she knew that even in her sleep, she was scared to let go of the boy who’d come to mean something to her.

In a matter of a few weeks, she’d turned my world upside down. I didn’t think I’d fallen for someone so hard and so fast, and I loved her. There was no denying that. I loved her, and now she was a part of me. So how could I leave a part of me behind, a part of my heart behind, the part she held so carefully in her own fingers, and walk away from her, not knowing when I’d see her next—or if I’d see her at all?

I couldn’t.

Tears fell. I didn’t want them to; I wanted to be strong for her. But it was harder for me to control myself when she wasn’t looking. The moment they fell, I wiped them off, and turned on my body to face her. I’d give anything to lie here with her forever, to stay like this forever but in reality, she wasn't mine.

Her eyelids fluttered open, and I propped myself in my elbow, resting my head on my hand and watched her carefully as she woke up.

Her hand reached out for me, and when her fingers came in contact with my warm skin, she sighed. Her eyes opened fully, and it took a while for her to focus on me. I managed a weak smile at her, which she returned.

“Morning, beautiful.” I said softly.

“Hi,” she mumbled, a slow blush spreading over her cheeks.

I only wanted to reach out and grab her, crush her to me, never let her go. I wanted our bodies to fit together perfectly against each other’s one last time, wanted to grab her hand like she was holding on for dear life, telling me she loved me like I loved her but that wouldn't happen.

I gritted my teeth to stop tears from escaping once again, but I reached out for her. She moved into me immediately, wrapping her arms around my torso and burying her head in his chest. I heard her sniff, and I tightened my arms around her.

She pulled away and sat up, and I was sad to see the tears in her eyes. She wiped at them hurriedly and looked at me, smiling at me weakly.

“Sorry,” she said, her voice cracking with the pain. My heart ached, and I sat up too, reaching for her and pulling her onto my lap.

“Lynn…” I wished I had something to say, something to make the pain in her eyes go away. But I couldn't say or do nothing, because she was right there with me, feeling whatever she was feeling.

She made a small noise at the back of her throat, and pulled me in for a kiss, locking them in a passionate embrace. Her lips were moving desperately against mine, and I could feel tears falling on my fingers as I held her face in my hands. I pulled her down so she was under me, and kissed her neck.

“I love you,” I gasped. “For the first time, I…I just…”

“Shh Harry,” she told me, her hands sliding down my torso, sending chills throughout my body.

My heart broke at her words, and I dipped my head to roughly kiss her, groaning against her mouth, wordlessly telling her that I loved her too, too much, more than I should, and I always would no matter how far apart we would be.

So for the time, we forgot everything and everyone around us, soaking each other in, getting lost in each other.



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~*Lynn's POV*~

I sat on the edge of the bed, biting my lip to stop myself from crying. Having just met this boy, I knew he wasn't ready to leave. He looked at me, sitting on the bed, looking miserable. He walked up to me, and took hold of my shoulders, making me stand.

“Come here,” he said gently, and pulled me into a hug. I only held on to him, hugging him back tightly, because hell, if this was the last time I got to hold him like this, then I’d make the most of it for sure. His cheeks and beautiful lashes were wet, his green eyes swimming with more tears. I shook my head and used my hands to wipe them away, smiling at him.

“Don’t,” I pleaded. “Please, don’t.”

"I don't want to leave.” He said, taking my hand in his, and holding it to his chest. “I want to stay here with you, go back with you, or take you with me. Lynn, come with me. Please. Please.”

I smiled sadly with him. “You know I can’t, Harry.” I said, shaking my head. “And you know you have to go.”

“But I don’t want to,” he repeated. “If I could, I’d stay with you. Forever. You know that, right?”

“I do.” I nodded.

“You’ve made these few weeks the best ones of my life.” He said. "I'm glad to have met you Lynn." He smiled at me sadness filled his eyes.

"Harry I have to go." I got up almost instantly breaking his grip around me.

"Don't go, stay a little while." He grabbed me from the waist and pulled me into him closer desperate to feel my touch. As much I wanted to stay with him I needed to talk to Jake and see where we stood, where my life stood.

"I'll see you later Harry, but I really need to sort things out with Jake and think things through."

"So that's it? I confess my love for you, we share an amazing moment and you decide to go back to him?" He took a step back hurt filling his eyes. "Was that your plan all along?"

I stood silent not able to make out the words and before I knew it tears flooded my face.

"Of course not! But I have a boyfriend who's waiting for me unknowingly of this!" I chocked on my tears as I gathered my stuff.

"He cheated on you for Jesus Christ! Please stay.. If you stay we can think things through together-But if you walk out this door then I understand-"

"Harry-"

"What's it going to be Lynn? I've lost you once I think I can loose you again." He stood by the doorframe holding the door open waiting for me to answer.

"I have to go, I'll see you later." And with that I ran out his house sobbing.

Notes

all credit goes to my cowriter, wow jake cheating on lynn and harry confessing his feelings for lynn...

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