My Life Is Turning Into A Fanfic !

Why won't you say it?

Why won't you say it?

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Jasmine's P.O.V.

We arrived back at the apartment a little after midnight. I felt exhausted, but more exhilarated than ever. I can't believe I was just on television. Everyone made their way to their rooms, including Harry and I. Talking about my future on national television had made me realise just how temporary this could be. I had no idea where Harry and I would end up – was our whole relationship doomed from the beginning? It appeared as though Harry had been thinking about the same thing, as he sunk down to the bed and unbuttoned his shirt, sighing.

"Jasmine?" he asked, beckoning for me to sit down with him.

"Yes?" I replied, sitting close to him.

"I'm just realising now, that you and Liliana are supposed to leave on Sunday..." he said quietly. "But I don't want you to go."

"I don't want to go either, Harry." I mumbled. "But what do we do?"

"Stay with me." he replied.

"Harry, I-" I stuttered.

"Well, you could. Come with us on tour!" he thought out loud. "We still have our whole European leg of the tour. That's a whole month extra that you could stay. And then we have another break. We don't go to the states until August!"

He was rambling, but I couldn't deny that I was tempted by the offer... "Harry, I don't know! It's not a holiday, you're going to be working! You'll hardly have time to spend with me and I don't want to be a distraction." I rambled. "You'll be travelling all over the continent! I don't want to be a nuisance..."

"You wouldn't be!" he argued. "We have a private jet; it only takes an hour or two to fly country-to-country. We can make more than enough time to spend together. We can travel, explore!"

"This is crazy." I replied, shaking my head.

"Is that a yes?" he asked hopefully.

"It's a maybe." I told them. "I need to think about it..."

"What is there to think about?" Harry asked.

"We've only known each other for a week!" I exclaimed.

"I'm not asking you to marry me!" he argued. "I know it's not been long, but Jasmine, I l-"

"Don't say that." I interrupted him.

"I know it's too soon to say it, but I can't help it!" he all but yelled. "Jasmine, I love you." I felt as though my heart had stopped. My silence was deafening. I tried to open my mouth, but fear had glued it shut. "You can't tell me you don't feel the same way." Harry said, but I still couldn't find a way to speak. "Oh, god... You don't feel the same?"

My heart broke as his face fell. Why couldn't I say it back? Harry stood up from the bed and stormed through to the wardrobe, slamming the doors behind him. What am I doing?! I slowly walked through to the wardrobe and creaked the door open. He was sat on the couch, bent over with his head in his hands. "Harry, I-" I began, but I still wasn't sure what to say.

"Forget it." He snapped. "I don't want to hear it."

"Harry, please." I begged. "I'm sorry... I'm scared."

"I'm scared too." He sighed. "But-"

"I've never done this before, any of it. You've been my first kiss, the first guy I've ever really been interested in and I'm scared." I admitted. "I'm scared you're going to break my heart."

"You don't think I feel the same way? Nothing has ever felt so real. You get used to people using you in this industry. Nothing about your life belongs to you anymore." He argued ardently. "I tell you I love you and you don't say it back. People take what they want and then they just leave."

"Why are you acting like I have the upper hand?!" I exclaimed. "You're the older, more experienced, international popstar! What could I do to you?!"

"You seek me out, make me fall in love with you and I end up looking like an idiot for loving you, when you don't feel the same way!" he shouted, standing up from the couch to face me.

"Of course, I love you, you idiot!" I yelled. I quickly gasped and grimaced. Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"I knew it." He smirked. I let out an exasperated groan and stomped back through to the bedroom. "Jasmine!" Harry yelled, following me.

"What?!" I shouted back, whipping my head around to face him.

"I love you." He said loudly, snaking his arm around my waist, pulling me close.

"I hate you." I hissed, pushing him away.

"Jasmine." He said softly, taking a step towards me. "I love you."

I glared at him intently, showing the anger in my eyes. After staring at each other for what felt like the longest time, he placed his hands on my lower back and smashed his lips against mine. I tried to resist, but found myself defenceless, as my traitorous hands slid up and tangled themselves in his hair. He walked us over to the wall and pushed my body against it, kissing down the length of my neck, lightly grazing his teeth against it, and a loud moan escaped my mouth. He ran his hands up my spine to unzip my dress, letting it fall to the ground, leaving very little to the imagination. I slid his shirt over his broad shoulders and it, too, fell to the ground. He knelt on the floor to unbuckle my shoes, looking up and into my eyes as he did so. My heart was thumping so loudly, I was surprised he couldn't hear it. He stood up again and kissed my neck, as I kicked my heels away.

"Harry." I moaned euphorically.

"Say it." He mumbled against my neck. I resisted, clamping my teeth together. He returned to kissing me, nibbling on my lower lip, and placing a hand on the back of my neck. "Say it." He growled, biting my lip, and pulling it towards himself. I groaned in ecstasy as he released my lip.

"I love you." I moaned.

"Again." He commanded.

"I love you." I repeated, louder. He swiftly picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked us over to the bed and threw me down on the centre of the mattress.

"That's all I needed to hear." He smirked, pulling the covers over our heads.

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