Complicated // h.s.

fifteen

i love trey songz so much, so it was hard for me to choose between slow motion and the neighbors know my name. 

song of the chapter: slow motion by trey songz

*Harry's POV*

"Do you really have to move out?" Sawyer pouted as we were putting the last of my things into my car.

I looked around to see if anyone was watching us. I then walked up to her and held her face in my hands and pecked her lips. She still had that cute pout on her face as I caressed her cheek. I pulled her wavy hair out of its ponytail and ran my hands through it admiring it and her. She looked so beautiful with hardly no make-up on as she stared into my eyes.

"I do." I finally spoke.

She continued to pout as I let go of her face and walked over to the driver's side of the car. I opened the door and then looked at as she just stood there.

"Are you coming?" I asked with amusement.

She nodded her head and then lazily walked to the passenger side and got into the car after me. She began to play with the hem of her shirt keeping her eyes away from me.

I don't know why she was so upset. I lived twenty minutes from the house, and she still had a few weeks before she left for college. I gave her a key so she had some sort of security that I wasn't just abandoning her.

"Are you okay?" I asked her as the car stop at a stop light.

I grabbed her hand and squeezed it waiting for her response.

She shrugged before looking up at me and saying, "It just really hit me that I'm going to be leaving in three weeks, Harry. Yeah, for now, we are close but not for long."

I actually didn't know what college she was going to. It never came up in conversation and we just started to actually get to know each other on more than a sexual level recently.

"Where are you going for school?" I asked her as I began to drive again.

She was silent again and she held onto my hand tightly as if I was going to pull away any moment. She was actually quite clingy, but she would never admit it.

"University of San Francisco." She finally answered.

I didn't know much about California or how far San Francisco was from Los Angeles.

"Well, at least you are still in California." I shrugged.

She knew that I was going to do everything in my power to see her.

We then got to my apartment building and I parked into the car garage. I temporarily let go of her hand as I went into the trunk to grab a box and then handed the other to Sawyer. I put the last bag of mine on my shoulder and then closed the trunk and began to walk alongside Sawyer who I had to catch up with because she was well ahead of me.

"What's wrong now, Sawyer?" I pressed getting frustrated with how she was acting.

She looked at me and then stared at the box in her hands.

"Harry, San Francisco is six hours away and that's on a good day." Sawyer spoke hoarsely.

Oh. I didn't realize. My jaw clenched as we slipped into the elevator. I pressed the floor number and waited for the doors to close. I actually wish I knew this a lot sooner so that I could actually prepare for her to be six hours away from me.

We remained silent on the elevator and when we first walked into the apartment. The fresh smell of paint and new furniture was still in the air and I put the box and bag down before going up to my bedroom. I shut the door and then kicked my shoes off before lying on my bed with my back against the softness.