Sunshine | H. S.

6

"I just wanted to make sure that there are no misunderstandings because I don't want to hurt you" I respond, looking at him nervously to see his reaction. But his face is completely unreadable, he just looks serious. Well now I started saying it so I guess there's no way back.

"A while ago I got out of a really shitty relationship and I have only had one-night-stands since and I usually don't sleep with the same person twice" his brows shoot up and I immediately feel embarrassed.

Whenever I'm nervous I get really shitty at explaining things, especially important things.

"Shit I don't mean it like that, it's not like I spend all of my time sleeping around, I'm just not ready to commit to anyone and I don't know if I can at this point and I really liked sleeping with you but I don't want to hurt you so that's why I left because I got scared and I didn't know how to react" I ramble on hopelessly, and just when I open my mouth to keep digging my own grave Harry takes my hand and I freeze automatically.

I'm terrified. He has every right to leave after all of the shit I just let out of my mouth and it shouldn't hurt me since I'm the one obliterating any chances of something more serious but I know it would hurt. Even though I hate to admit it.

"Sophie, hey" he says and I look up at him. I have been nervously staring at the floor for the last few seconds, but it feels like an eternity honestly. "It's okay, I wasn't expecting a serious commitment after sleeping together once" he smiles and my heart melts. His voice is deep and a bit raspy but he still sounds so sweet and understanding.

"I didn't take you home to pressure you into something that you don't want or don't feel comfortable with, Sophie. I took you home because you're gorgeous and witty and amazing and because we both wanted to" he says, blushing slightly and I'm officially ready to die now.

How can he say the thing I didn't know I needed to hear and express it so perfectly, that shouldn't be humanly possible.

Harry pulls me a bit closer and wraps his arms around my waist. "I don't feel comfortable thinking about being in a relationship either and I don't expect for things to be perfect or for us to magically fall in love" he continues and my heart is hammering against my chest so hard I wouldn't be surprised if it just burst out and started doing backflips on my bedroom floor. "And I probably shouldn't admit this but after friday night I couldn't get you out of my head and when I saw you at the shop earlier today I had to talk to you. And I'm so happy you agreed to see me again."

"I couldn't get you out of my head either" I mumble, and now it's my turn to blush. Again.

Harry looks at me and pulls me a bit closer, my hands now resting on his shoulders. "I don't need you to commit to me, I don't know if I can commit either. After Friday I just honestly wanted to see you and be with you again. No pressure" he smiles, brushing his tongue across his lower lip and making his dimples appear on his cheeks.

I still can't bring myself to admit that I feel the same way. I mean I know that I want to spend time with him and I can't ignore it at this point, but I am so terrified of catching feelings that the mere thought of it just makes alarm bells ring in my brain.

"I wanted to be with you again too, and I regretted leaving" I manage to admit, relieved with how this conversation is going but still really fucking scared of the whole situation.

"How about we just try and get to know each other? And if we're just meant to be friends then that's great and if there's something more we just figure it out as we go?" he looks up at me and strokes my back softly. "That sounds really nice" I whisper, feeling like electricity is crackling in my veins. "But no pressure. Please." I look at him and try to prevent my voice from cracking. "I can't handle pressure" and he nods softly.