Meet Me In The Meadow

Such A Gentleman

The cold tickled my skin, as I was curled up on the bench. People passed, giving me strange looks as others laughed with their peers. 

 "Amelia?" A familiar voice calls, me snapping my head towards the voice.

 "Harry." I coughed, lunging myself at him.

 He held me tight in his arms as I engulfed the sweet aroma of his cologne and the warmth radiating off of his body. Tears fell freely down my bloody face, my eyes finally reaching his.

 "Amelia...what happened? Why are you bleeding?" He cried, tears falling from both of our eyes now.

 "He..he hurt me. H-he was angry. He j-just wouldn't s-stop!" I sobbed, falling down to the wet pavement.

 He bent down next to me, caressing my face. He slid is arms underneath me, picking me up bridal style. He carried me to a black convertible and plopped me in the front seat. I don't know what is wrong with me. Why did I call him? I am only going to be a bother to him. I mean, look at me! I am probably sending negative thoughts through his brain this very moment. He probably hates me for being such a baby. Gosh, I am so stupid.

 "I'm sorry." I whispered, curling up in the car seat.

 "Why are you sorry? I should have made you come with me. Why did you lie to me, if you knew you were going to get hurt?" He asked, hurt showing in his voice.

 "Because it was obvious you just felt bad for me. You didn't really want me to stay with you. I didn't want to be a bother..." I choked, wiping the warm tears off of my cheeks.

 "You honestly felt that way?"

 "Yes.." I sighed, him grabbing my hand.

 "I may have just met you this afternoon, but I really care about you. I don't want to see you get hurt. I will do in all of my power to keep you safe." He breathed, my heart fluttering inside of my chest.

 "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." I laughed, tears of joy now falling down my face.

 "I try." He winks, causing me to giggle.

 "You can make such a great moment into making yourself look good." I joked, causing us both to laugh.

 "I am a cheeky guy!" He scoffed playfully, whipping his curly hair to the side.

 "More like cocky." I muttered under my breath.

 "Heard that!" He smiled, causing me to lightly chuckle.

 We drove through the quiet night, until we arrived at a small building, which contained his flat. He swung over to my side and opened the door for me, lifting me out bridal style once again. Man, he is such a gentlemen.