𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 (𝑬𝒅𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒙 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑶𝑪)

Chapter 15

Harry's POV

I continue walking out of the room, down the corridor, out the reception area and into the parking lot. I then get in the passenger seat and hear Edward get in beside me.

"Where to?"

"Anywhere." I reply, speaking for the first time since we got to room 206. The car pulls out of the space and onto the road. I watch trees and buildings speed by. Eventually, we stop outside a pathway into the forest. Edward gets out and I follow. Hearing the beep of a car lock, we head into the green. After walking for about 20 minutes, we finally stop in a beautiful clearing. The boy next to me sits down on a log, and I follow suit. After a short argument in my head, I lay my head on his arm.

"You want to talk about it?"

"I don't know."

"Okay."

We sit in a comfortable silence for ten minutes before I speak up. "I know that this sounds bad but I think that she was a bit worse."

"I think thats understandable. But tell me why do you think that."

"What she did to your brothers. How it clearly affected them more than they let on."

"And?"

"She doesn't deserve to be okay. I know that I am
her brother and I know that I'm meant to have her back no matter what, y'know. Blood is thicker than water and all that crap. But better people than her die. Everyday. Heroes who save lives, and she can't keep her homophobic thoughts to herself. She has to act on them. She has to call your brothers that. She has to slash my tires. And everyone still thinks of her as good. And, I just wish that people would see her for who she is. But they won't. Because why they see the truth. When you can be happy believing a lie.

I don't know at what point tears started to roll down my face but my face is wet and so is the sleeve of Edward's jacket.

"I'm sorry. God, I'm pathetic." I say as I started to move. But he puts an around my shoulder and I stay put. I think that I feel a soft touch of lips on my head but I can't trust that not just the crush tricking me.

"Hey, I don't think that you're pathetic. I think that you're someone who has a lot of pent up feelings who doesn't let them out. It's okay. I'm here for you. Whether you like it or not."

And I almost tell him. I almost tell him that she sometimes hits me. And thinks that it's my fault when things go wrong for her. But I don't. Because he'll think that I'm weak. Instead, I just look up at him. And he looks back. And he kisses me. Nothing like the long, hot, passionate kisses that you read about romances but a soft, tender one on the lips. I kiss him back. And after we break apart, I kiss him again. And he doesn't break away in disgust. And I think that for the first time, that maybe, he might actually like me back. When we break apart for the second time, I look him in the eyes. And he looks at me. And we have a chance.

"You want to go out at some point? To the movie theater or something? Get popcorn or pick and mix, or nothing? If you'd prefer. You can pick the movie."

"Yeah. I'd like that. A lot."

"Is tomorrow night okay with you?"

"Uh, yes. Yes I am."

"Then I'll be picking you up around five?"

"Sounds good."

After the exchange, we just sit there, looking at the beautiful nature and sometimes glancing at each other secretly. Until it starts getting darker and colder. Then we start walking back to the car and he gives me his jacket once I let out a small shiver. It's a bit on the big side but I take it after a fake protest. It's got his smell in it. I fake an attempt at trying to give it back to but he thankfully refuses before kissing me goodbye and leaving me in an empty house with the ghost of his lips on mine.