{Harper}
I take Harry's head in my hands, feeling his soaked cheeks and seeing the huge amount of sorrow on his face. His eyes dart to the floor of the car, still sniffling slightly.
"Harry, you did nothing wrong!" I try to comfort him.
"What are you talking about?" He sobs. "Were you not there?! I-I," Even thought he doesn't finish, I know what hes about to say.
Quickly and quietly, I slide him over to the window, then move my way onto his seat. I pick up his legs and rest his head on my shoulder, like a mother would do to her child. Its a little awkward, but he feels guilty. Guilty of something he shouldn't.
We just sit there, holding, embracing one another, just as you would see in a sad film. The silence is heavy but not awkward, fitting in each others arms, his hand in mine. Perfectly.
I find one of his curls and slowly twist it around my index finger, feeling the weightless, soft brown hair. I allow it to slip off my finger just to fall effortlessly back into the thick pile upon his head.
"Harper, do you really love Jake?" I hear him say softly, as he plays with his fingers.
A shock ran up my spine and my feet went cold. Quickly, I had to think of an answer.
I chuckle lightly, "He was just a one time thing..." I trail off into my own thoughts coming to the realization that I never seemed to love Jake. There were people who were just like me, with glazed eyes, only seeing the outside. They never saw how much more there is to a person then just looks.
I was lying to myself... the whole time.
Hearing those sniffles still, I open the car door by reaching across his lap.
"Come on, lets get some fresh air." I tell him.
He steps out first, me following behind. As I get out, I notice how nice he looks in black skinny jeans. A few spots are ripped, but only below the knee. His legs seem longer, which makes him look taller, even at the height he is already.
I take a seat on the hood, watching the birds dance, from tree to tree. He sits beside me, wiping his eyes.
He touches his hand to mine, causing me to flinch a little because of the spook. His hands are soft, gentle. A slight smile appears on his face, but no more.
He turns towards me to play with my hair and begins to speak.
"You still lov- love me, right?" He sounds like a nervous wreck and pulls his hands back to his lap, moving his eyes to my lips.
I try to sound light hearted, "Of course I do! You're like my best friend!" I look at his expression, but only his mouth seems to change.
He bites his lip, and moves his eyes away in a flash. "Is that all?" He bites harder, deep in his thoughts.
"What do you mean?" I ask. The only thing is, I know exactly what he's trying to say. I just don't know how to answer.
He brings his legs up onto the car hood, only to criss-cross them in a way a kindergartner would. "I mean, do you like me in a..." He pauses. "In a... sexual, way?"
Right then his cheeks flush red and mine, white. He bites his nails, while running his fingers through his hair, a nervous habit of his.
"Uh... sure." I say, less reassuring then I would've wanted. I fix my shirt and the cuff of my pants to ease the tension.
His teeth move to his bottom lip once more, making him looks really adorable. The look on his face pulls at my heart. He looks like he really needs a hug, but I don't know if he wants one...
"Oh." He unfolds his legs and moves up the car towards the windshield.
"What?" I say as I do the same.
He turns towards me, still with a look of disappointment, but the red, puffy eyes are gone, along with the sniffles.
"You just didn't sound... that... sure." He looks confused but mostly, heavy with pain.
"Well," I say working up the courage. "If I weren't so sure," I climb over him, sitting on his lap, one leg on either side of his hips. Our faces only a few inches apart. "Would I have done this?" I slowly move my lips onto his, while he is mid-bite.
His hips are small, but firm. Feeling them on the inside between my knees was strange, but pleasurable. His sweatshirt was thick, but it still allowed me to feel his chest. He was almost panting by now, but probably because it was so hot outside... yea, most likely that... I could feel his arms slide to the small of my back, holding me gently.
I take one hand of mine and stick it through his warm curls,
and the other, playing with the string of his hoodie. Our hips seem locked in place, while our mouthes are the complete opposite.
Harry slowly lowers his shoulders to the glass, making it easier for the both of us. I can feel is breathing is heavier, and when we stop to take a break, I noticed the concentration on his face. His eyes look full of life and his lips, full of red. They have gotten slightly larger, I had hoped he wasn't in pain. I just had to ask.
"Are you alright? Your lips..." I point to my own as a signal.
"Uh yea... yea." He still seemed extremely nervous for the way he acted just a few seconds ago.
We lie together, admiring the clouds.
That same silence fell again, but this time, it wasn't heavy.
It felt like were meant to be together. It felt like 'we' were okay.
It felt like I was seeing with stars.
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