*** Harry’s pov***

She’d managed to fall asleep peacefully with her light head on my chest, I knew she was exhausted. We were laying on a blanket, in the middle of a meadow nearby. I slid my hand upwards her waist, catching a strand of her light, soft hair between my fingers. If there’s a place on earth feeling like heaven, I think this is that very place.

She’s been behaving unusually strange during the past two days. She hasn’t been the happy- and glad Sarah I know. Instead, she’s been acting nervous, tense and she’s easily getting angry and mad. I gently planted a kiss on her forehead, sending warmth to my lips.

And I’ve got a feeling it’s all because of me. That she knows something is terribly wrong, even though she doesn’t quite know the whole story.

She deserves better than this. I hate to say it, but she deserves better than me.

Ever since I met Megan again, I’ve got a feeling that everything’s slowly going back to the way it was before. Before collage, before when I was lost in myself, before when I hadn’t still met Sarah yet.

I should be fighting against it, but instead I’m drifting towards it. My feelings for her is growing, although they’re nothing compared to the feelings I’ve got for Sarah.

Megan knows about it all. About the feelings I’ve got for her, about the temptations, but she pretends like she doesn’t. The problem is that she’s constantly trying to make it even worse, and she’s actually succeeding, whether I like it or not.

The worst part is that I’ve been lying to her. I broke the promise. And that's not even it, I’ve made my- and hers best friend lie to her as well.
But I made a deal with him; that I’d make that whole Megan-thing stop.

It’s just so hard. You can’t just simply erase feelings. It doesn’t work like that, although I wish it did.

Words can’t even tell how afraid I am to lose her. I have never had so strong feelings about someone before, and the truth is that I've never really experienced the feeling of being loved back.


I closed my eyes, breathing in her delightful scent.
“I love you so much it hurts me” I whispered between my breath takes. Suddenly she raised her head up. She looked like being mentally tired as her sea-blue eyes stared into mine. I wish I knew what was going on in her head.
"I thought you were asleep" I confessed slightly in shock. She didn’t reply, instead she gently cupped my chin. The lights from the sunset were reflecting on her beautifully as she rose and sat instead, looking like she was about to leave. I followed her moves. If she were going to leave, then I’m leaving with her.

But she didn’t. Instead, she came closer and kissed me delicately. I fisted the back of her head, pressing her closer. Why did this feel so wrong, but so right at the same time?
“I love you” I whispered repeating between every kiss. If I'd choose, I wanted to scream it from the top of my lungs, letting everyone to know that she’s mine.

She backed away, but then she slowly dragged herself closer to me in a tight hug as she whispered

“Don’t you ever leave me”

Suddenly I felt a lump in my stomach.

“I would never do that” I said, swallowing stiffly.

I gently fingered with her hair, as I kissed her neck softly. If there's going to be someone leaving the other, I'm afraid it's going to be her leaving me, and not the other way around.

Notes

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