Harrys P.O.V.
I didn't know what to do. I could feel Louis watching us every now and then as I sat rigid. The movie went on and on and I could feel myself being sucked into the love story. I loved this movie but I felt awful watching it from the second Jack and Rose first meet. I would never tell that to the guys of course. They'd make a joke of it. Or think I was weird.
I suddenly felt angry. If Louis hadn't of walked into the kitchen, Hannah would've kissed me. I know she would have. I could tell she wanted to, which was why I couldn't understand why she said it was better' that she didn't kiss me.
I was so lost in thought that I hadn't realised that it was nearing the end of the movie. A loud sniff from Hannah snapped me out of my train of thought. Without thinking I scooted closer to her and wrapped an arm around her protectively. I froze, realising how awkward it must make her feel but she moved closer to, burying her face in my chest. "I'm wrecking your shirt" she mumbled. I shrugged, not caring as my arms tightened around her. "I've got tonnes of other shirts" I told her. She looked up at me, seeming for the first time since I had met her scared. Her tear stained face made her look vunurable. "I'm so sorry Harry" she whispered. "Shh love, forget about it, ok? It doesn't matter" I said, referring to the kiss. She sighed. "That's not what I'm sorry for.." she whispered. Then she turned back to the screen and muttered something to herself.
"I'm in too deep"
