With the help of a few locals, I got back to Harry's house pretty quickly, taking a cab then walking for a bit.
I was shoving my things back in my suitcase when I heard the front door open and someone taking off their
shoes. I hurried up and threw the rest of my things in my bag. I was about to grab the last shirt when I felt Harry come up behind me.
"Please don't leave."
I turn around. His hair is wet as if he ran thru sprinklers and his eyes were red. I refused to believed he cried because of me. That would kill my strong will to leave.
"Is it not my fault anymore?" I forced myself to say harshly.
"It's all mine." Harry says, defeated.
"I'm still leaving." I grabbed my shirt and threw my bag toward the door.
Harry grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer to him.
"You're such a pain in the ass." He states, looking me straight in the eye. I raised my hand to hit him, but he caught my hand, laughing.
"And this is supposed to make me stay?!"
"No, but hear me out. Yeah, you're a pain in my ass but I want you there. And I don't care that you're not the most generous person when it comes to words but god, I just like you so much and I can't stand the thought of not holding you tonight." Harry says
I glared at him before trying to tug my wrists away again, but again, going to the gym obviously pays off.
"What does that even mean?! You enjoy fighting with me?! You like seeing me mad?" I yelled
"Yeah, it's pretty hot." He says cheekily.
"Unbelievable." I gave one final tug, forcing him to let go. I grabbed my bags, running down the stairs. I hear him running after me but I didn't look back.
"Look, I'm falling for you, okay?!" Harry yells
I drop the bags and turn around.
"I've never liked a girl this much and it scares me so I thought fighting with you would make it go away. But it didn't and I just like you even more. So would you please stay?" He was begging and I could tell. He held my eyes for a few seconds and I just gave up.
I melted and let me tell you, I have melted exactly once in my life and that was when my 3rd grade boyfriend bought a box of chocolates for me. I caved in to Harry and I hated the fact that he made me do things that I desperately don't want to.
"Okay." I said simply, dropping the last of my bags and letting him walk a few more steps toward me, pulling me towards him.
"I'm sorry for being such a bitch. I didn't mean what I said, and I'm sorry I'm so not emotional. Med students don't do emotional. I'll work on it." I mumbled against his shirt.
"Thank you." Harry sighs before kissing me hair.
"Now can we please go to bed? I'll be a zombie soon if I don't rest. And you're coming with me."
