Harry's POV
Her lower lip quivered, cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink.
"Th-that was sweet of you.." She smiled, taking the flowers hesitantly, her eyes watered as I leaned in close for a hug.
She accepted it, her laugh sending a vibration through my chest.
"Do..do you forgive me?" I inquired, examining her expression.
A flash of doubt shone through her hazel eyes, pink lips forming a tight line.
They parted for a moment only to close once more. She drew in a small breath, finally meeting my gaze.
"I-I still... I forgive you.." She whispered.
My hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her body close to my chest.
"Thank you.." I whispered into the crook of her neck. For a moment I felt her fragile physique tense, only to relax again.
She pulled away, a small smile still plastered on to her lips.
"I-I have to go back...in.." She said, moving towards the door slowly, her head still in my direction.
I nodded, shoving my hands into my pockets.
"Have fun.." I called, watching her disappear behind the green doors.
I sluggishly made my way towards the curb, taking a seat and letting out a sigh.
I felt a smile crawl along my lips, my cheeks cramping whilst burning with a blush.
I shook my head in disbelief, questioning if what just occurred was reality.
Logan Garner had forgiven me.
Logan's POV
I felt my cheeks burn a deep shade of scarlet as I made my way into the stadium.
One of the dancers by the name of Phoebe had approached me, eyes wide with curiosity.
"Who gave you the flowers?" She chirped, admiring the red roses.
I was contemplating whether to tell her or not. I chewed at the inside of my cheek furiously, my lips unknowingly forming a smile. His name slipping out of my mouth fluently.
"Harry."
"Ah." Phoebe mused, an unimpressed look on her face, brows narrowed with question.
"Mhmm." I hummed, making my way around her and towards my bag.
"He-he's just using you!" She called from behind me.
I turned around, furrowing my brows, a small pout taking form on my lips.
"What do you mean..?" I questioned her.
"He's going to play you, work you up and let you down. I bet you are just his pawn in the large game of chess." She replied, an annoyed tone in her voice.
"He..Harry would never do that.." I said in a defensive tone.
She barely gave me a response nodding her head with a slight arrogance and making her way past me.
"Suit yourself." I heard her mumble.
I kept my mouth shut, turning back around and looking at the door.
He wouldn't play me.. Would he..?
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A Little Bit of Love Hate
Fiksi Penggemar"Wait!" Harry called, following after me, his hand grabbing mine. "Why?!" I questioned, my voice rising with frustration. A puzzled look etched into his features, his green eyes narrowing with question. "What do you mean..?" He asked, his voice ras...
