Eighteen | H.S. |

t h i r t y t w o

Sarah POV

I wake up with arms wrapped around my waist. Harry's arms. I turn to face him, he's awake.

"Hey." He says in his beautiful raspy voice.

"Hey." I smile at him. He starts to get up, but I stop him. "Stay. Please."

"Okay. But only for a few minutes." He lays back down and starts to play with my hair. "We're going to miss class, you know."

"I'll make it to biology. Just not my other class. I have to dissect a pig." I say.

"Do you still want to go to that concert with me?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?" I ask.

"I don't know we haven't exactly had the best past week." He tells me and I agree. It's not our best week but I forgave him at least.

"It's okay. I don't think your girlfriend exactly like me. So won't she be mad about you taking me not her?"

"She won't be happy but she doesn't have to know." He smiles and I laugh.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too." I say and hug him. He hugs me back, and I mentally give myself a high five. "Okay I need to brush my teeth."

"Yeah, after all that weed you smoked." He reminds me.

"Oh yeah," I sigh. That was a great, yet terrible experience. I walk towards his bathroom, well not walking, more like stumbling.

"Who pressured you into doing weed?"

"Nobody." I grab my toothbrush that I forgot I have here. I put toothpaste on it and start to brush my teeth.

"Really?" He raises a eyebrow.

"I just wanted to try it, see what it's like to be high." I shrug my shoulders. I rinse and dry my mouth off.

"Okay, I hope your not lying." He smiles at me. Why does he think I'm lying? I'm not lying.

"Are you hungry?" He ask as we walk down the hallway to the kitchen. I sit on a stool as he pours me a glass of water.

"Not really." I take a sip of the water. My throat hurts so bad from not drinking water after smoking. Uh, why did I smoke again? Because I thought it would be fun, I'm a idiot.

"You need to eat something." He says. I groan and stand up. I walk awkwardly towards him.

"Fine." I mumble under my breath. I open the cabinet and grab the cereal box and bowl.

I eat away, as Harry would say.

"Harry, do you remember what you said last night?" I bring back up.

"Yes," he rakes his hand through his hair.

"If you still love me, why did you give up on me?"

"Because I thought you gave up on us. I thought you moved on when you went into that room with Kenneth." He sighs.

"Well, I still love you too." I say and turn towards Harry.

"Really?" Hope gleams in his eyes.

"Yes." I laugh. He cradled my face in his hands and leans down, our lips connect. I swear there were fireworks. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. His lips fit perfectly over mine.

"Wait," I pull away.

"What?" He ask.

"This isn't right. Remember how you felt when I kissed Liam. Imagine how she's going to feel." I sigh.