"Stay with me," I whisper, my hand holding Harry's as we lie in my bed. He holds my hand and I hold his back, needing to touch him.
"I don't know what will happen," he says, my hand tightened under his fingers.
"What once seemed weird and scary is now what I want. This is what I want," I tell him, his eyes meeting mine. I hate how we can't be together; my only thought is Harry.
"I don't want you to want something like this though. Long term that is," he says, my lips frowning.
"How could you think that? Don't you hope we'll be together after?" I ask, his body moving up.
I'm taken into his arms, my hands moving to his shoulders.
"I have so much hope for us, but I need you to prepare yourself for the worst," he says, my eyes filling with tears.
"But know that we are together now. You hold those feelings inside you. Remember, if you love someone, set them free," he whispers, brushing my tears away.
"But what if I don't know if they'll come back?" I whisper, his cold body warming next to mine.
"Because I need you to have the faith I will," he says, kissing my cheek.
He holds me for the rest of the night and he holds me most of the next day, his fingers brushing my forearm.
"You just have to trust yourself," he whispers in my ear, my body held tightly in his arms.
"But what if my trust is faulty?" I ask, his lips pressing to my hair.
"Then trust me when I say I'll do anything to be with you after. I don't know if it's possible, but hell, I would do anything to be able to touch you and not feel like I'm making you cold. I want a heartbeat; have people treat me as a human again. But I just want to be with you and take you out," he whispers, my lips curving.
"I want that too," I whisper, his arms cold but they warm with my help.
He holds me for hours every day for weeks, our time spent together only proving my feelings. Harry is the most beautiful person I've ever met and I love everything about him.
"Come with me and I'll show you were I am," he says, my hand holding his. We walk around a cemetery and I follow closely, his fingers pointing to one.
"There I am," he says, my body sitting across from it. He sits behind me and pulls me into his arms, my body resting back on his.
"Tell me about it," I whisper, his hands grabbing mine from behind.
"I came home one night and my sister ran out of the house, excited about her date. We were talking out on the sidewalk when a man shot out a gun. I quickly pulled her down and the man yelled at us. When we looked up, he assumed we weren't related and told us either I would die or she would. I quickly shouted me, stood up, and it went right through my left side. It killed me in seconds."
I look up at him and I frown in so much sadness, his life taken away from him.
"She died too," he whispers, pointing to the stone next to his. It was of recent, thankfully not the same night.
"You are a savior," I say, his chin resting on my shoulder.
"I grew up a good kid. I didn't mind school, stayed away from the drugs that got popular. So, a good thing was bound to happen for me. It's you," he whispers, my lips curving. He kisses my cheek and I relish being in his arms, needing him.
"Are you ready to try what happens?" I ask, his lips releasing a sigh.
"I'll need you to stay by me," he says, my head nodding.
I turn in his arms and he leans his forehead on mine. My hands hold his tightly and I close my eyes holding onto something I know I'll have to let go.
"Wait," he whispers, stopping me before I start to talk. He leans down and presses his lips to mine, my hands moving to his cheeks.
Our kiss lasts for what seems like forever, my heart in my hands for him. He's everything I need but I have to take the chance.
"I love you," he says, my eyes holding back the tears.
"I love you Harry," I whisper, his arms holding me close.
But he doesn't go anywhere and nothing changes. His arms are still cold, his eyes remain silver, and I stay close to him.
He walks home with me and I walk upstairs, his arms holding me. I turn and he kisses me, my hands grabbing his cheeks.
"I love you," I repeat, his hands holding my waist.
"I love you too Olivia," he whispers, making my heart pound.
"Can you....um," I trail, not knowing if he's able to go further.
"Yes, but I want to wait," he says, my head nodding.
Instead, he kisses me and we lay back on my bed, his hands holding my body close. I love how perfect he is to me and there is nothing I want more than him.
"There's everything I need in you," I tell him, his hand grabbing mine. But by the look on his face, he's upset.
"I'm sorry," he says, my eyebrows frowning. He sets his hand on his chest and I feel the emptiness, my eyes closing.
"Trust me when I say I'll try," he whispers, my forehead kissed.
He rolls beside me and I curl into him, staying in his arms until I fall asleep. It's so hard not knowing how to do this for him, but I know I love him even though I had thought it would never happen.
When I wake up in the morning, I turn over and the room is empty. Realization strikes over me like a tidal wave.
It's not easy waking up and realizing the one person you love is gone. The result of our relationship was unsure and now it's evident he's gone.
There is nothing I can do.
Tears run down my cheeks and I curl into my sheets, hurt by what I should have expected. I was warned by Harry and I didn't care, but now I'm left brokenhearted.
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