RUN AWAY || H.S

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟓𝟒*

Alana's POV.

Once, we were inside my bedroom I can't help the tears forming in my eyes at the thought of never seeing him again. I know I hurt him but he is still here supporting me.

"Do you love me?" His eyes burned into mine, but I could barely see him through my own tears, which I refused to let fall down my face. I could not answer him. He walked over to me and stood dangerously close to me. I did not cry until he put his hands on me; one on my waist and one on my shoulder as I was holding the closet door open for him to help me pack. "Tell me, please... Do you?" His face inched closer to mine, and I trembled beneath his touch.

I was about to stutter an answer of some kind, but before I could, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. My eyes fluttered shut, and I left them closed. His lips lingered near mine for a moment, and I could not breathe. He kissed me again, and even though my torturous anger towards myself still shook me, I kissed him back. My emotions flared up again, and I turned my head away from him.

"What are you doing," I asked, but it was barely above a whisper. I was still holding the door open for him. I was also becoming keenly aware that if we continue, it would be even more harder for us to let go. He brought a hand to the nape of my neck and bent down to kiss me again. My shoulders dropped and I became dizzy at his touch. Without thinking, I let go of the door, stepped closer to him, and put my arms around his neck. Fire shot through every fiber in my body, and it frightened me how much I enjoyed his kiss all this time and how I am going to miss him if I stay there.

"You don't have to say you love me, You don't have to say nothing, You don't have to say you're mine" he murmured against my skin.

It was cruelty the way he kissed me—it wasn't lustful or urgent, but soft, slow, and devastatingly sweet. For a split second, the feel of his lips against mine made me want to hold onto him and never let him go again. My mind argued with my body, and no matter how wrong it was to be with him like this when I will leave in few hours, I could not tear myself from that moment we shared. There came a dull but provoking pain in my chest, and I stifled a sob. I broke away from him at last and looked away with tears filling my eyes.

"I don't—" My breath caught in my chest and I tried to blink away the tears. "I don't think I can do this, Harry..." I looked up into his eyes, and he stroked my cheek gently.

"I don't think I can let you go," he answered. I opened my mouth to say something in protest, but he stopped me. "Please don't ask me to. Let's pretend everything is normal for now," I pressed my body gently against his and kissed him again. He was like a drug to me; when I didn't have him, I could convince myself I didn't need him. But when he was there, in my arms, kissing me like that, I didn't think I could ever stop my need for him.

He put his arms around my waist and picked me up slightly off my feet for a moment, and I cursed him for it slightly in my head. I loved when he did that! Why did he have to do it now—of all times? I couldn't help myself—we stayed locked together, kissing as though we were making up for the time we are going to lose. I broke the kiss again and felt like I couldn't breathe as he stood there holding me. I held his face in my hands and looked into his eyes sadly.

"You will miss me," he grinned and gave me a look of silly innocence. At last, he made me laugh, but more tears fell from my eyes.

"You will miss me more," I countered.

"You bet I will," he answered, and that endless sincerity was in his eyes again. He searched my face for a moment and then leaned down to kiss away my tears. I hugged him, not wanting him to leave me for a moment. He tried to stand back up because he was taller than I was, but I held on tight to him. He laughed and pretended to struggle for a moment. "Well I can't help you pack with you hanging on my neck like that," he chided. I giggled in his ear.