Honestly.

Chapter 21 : Falling

AN: Gets a little smutty.

Harry drove me home in silence. I lost count at the amount of times he kept looking over at me. I felt bad that his eye brow was in its permanent furrow, I have never seen that line in between such a deep set.

I couldn't say anything though. Olivia's words ran through my mind so vividly I had to constantly stop myself from crying again.

Harry parked in front of my house and quickly walked out, walking around to open my door. He scanned my face with his sad green eyes, they looked extra hooded tonight. I found myself scanning his face, like I needed to remember everything I had learned about it just two weeks ago.

"Legs not working?" He finally asked, softly and I couldn't help but smile. It took my back to that first time he saved me from the polo party. That night I dived into everything that is Harry and I now.

I reached up, placing my hand on his cheek, running my thumb softly against it. He closed his eyes and it felt like relief took over his body as he turned his face into my palm.

"I'm sorry I walked out." I whispered.

He opened his eyes and shook his head, "No, it was me, I just did one bad thing after another that night."

"But I should have given you more time to sort through your emotions. I was selfish."

"I was too M. I can't believe I asked you to be my girlfriend like I did. And you are right, I did it thinking it would solve everything . That it ensured you would be there when I got back. And I wanted you there when I got back. But not like that."

"This whole thing is fucked up." I laughed a little.

"I mean, you fell for an arrogant son of a bitch."

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head, "Are you sorry Harry?"

He chuckled softly, "I actually am Miera. Really sorry."

I took a deep breath looking down, I whispered, "Honestly?"

He tilted my head up to his, his face so close to mine, that I could smell that sweetness off his lips, "Honestly."

He scanned my eyes as if searching for permission for what he was about to do next. He slowly brought his lips to mine, and it was like electricity throughout my whole body. I missed his sweet taste, the way his soft lips felt on mine. He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine.

"Let's get you inside, M." He said softly.

"Only if you stay. Please."

Harry nodded and I stretched my legs out, getting out of his car.

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We were inside my room, I had changed into his Beatles shirt that I wore consistently and some black sweats. Harry was in his boxers wearing another band tee I had taken from him. I was beginning my own collection of stolen shirts from him.

I felt as he ran his fingers along my arm and I pulled myself closer to him. I felt the need to make sure he wasn't going to leave me.

"Mer?"

"Yeah."

"I missed you so much."

I kissed his chest softly, "I missed you too.."

I looked up at him, and he smiled at me, moving me up higher so that our lips met. He kissed me softly, his tongue running softly along my lower lip. I missed the feel of our tongues finding each other, and I deepened the kiss, reaching up to slip my fingers through his hair.