( HARRY'S POV )
"No, we can't." She cried. Her voice was cracking, and I can tell she was having a hard time breathing.
"Please let me explain, I feel awful."
I heard the door click before her figure emerged from the room.
"Why do you feel awful? You didn't do anything wrong."
I smiled a little and grabbed her hand.
"Can I come in?"
"I don't know, can you?" She replied, a small smile breaking out of her face.
I chuckled as she stepped aside, giving me enough room to walk in. She closed the door behind her and sat down on her bed, patting the spot next to her. I gradually sat down next to her, and we stayed there for a couple minutes before she spoke up.
"Wow Harry, great conversation we have going here."
I grinned and ruffled her hair, purposely messing it up.
"I just wanna apologize for being so inconsiderate, I should've known you had a reason to cut, and I shouldn't have judged you. Plus my "girlfriend" shouldn't have sent that note either."
She knitted her eyebrows together and bit her lower lip
making her cuter than she already is.
wait.. cuter?
Do I like her?
"Speaking of you girlfriend, who is she?"
"I ask myself that question too." I replied.
A small laugh emitted from her soft lips as she gazed at the floor.
"So you don't have a girlfriend?" She asked with a hint of curiosity in her voice.
"Why? Do you have something you wanna ask me?"
Her cheeks flushed into a shade of pink as she gazed into my eyes.
"I don't have a question for you."
"Oh really?" I smirked.
"Yes, really."
I cocked my eyebrow and laughed.
"Then maybe this will change your mind." and with that, I pressed my lips lightly against hers.
(YOUR POV)
I smiled into the kiss as Harry cupped my cheeks with his soft hands, whilst snogging me passionately.
The feeling of his lips moving against mine was perfect. About 5 minutes later he pulled away grinning with his dimples implanted in his cheek.
"(Y/N)?" Harry's husky voice rang.
"Yes?"
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
A huge smile made it's way across my face as I reconnected our lips. He smirked and picked me up before spinning me around.
"So is that a yes?" He mumbled against the kiss.
I pulled away slowly, instantly missing the contact of our lips.
"It's a definite yes."
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"O, speak again bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of air." Harry smirked whilst wrapped his arm around my waist.
I giggled and started reading my line.
"O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art tho Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet."
" Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?"
"'Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Mont--"
I was interrupted by the sound of a cell phone ringing. Harry sighed and fumbled with his bookbag until he fished out his phone before bringing it up to his ear.
"Hey mom."
"Yeah. I'm at a friend's house right now. We're trying to rehearse our play."
"Yeah, I'm coming home right now. Okay, bye."
He shoved his phone back into his pocket before shooting me an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry love, I have to go."
I pouted slightly which caused Harry to laugh.
"I'll see you tomorrow love, okay?" He said before smashing his lips against mine.
I grinned and kissed back passionately.
"Goodnight Harry."
"Goodnight beautiful." and with that, he left.
