Harry grabbed her hand "Can I talk to you?" He asked. Karleigh Smiled "Of Course." She kissed Edward and followed Harry up the stairs. They went into a bedroom and sat on the bed. "I have to tell you something." He says. "What is it Harry?" She asks confused. He sighs "I wrote it for you." "Wrote what?" He looks at her, His light eyes meeting her dark ones. "Dont let me go..I wrote it for you." She was shocked. "Harry I- I'm not sure what to say right now." He looks down dissapointed. "Harry don't-" He interupts her, pressing his lips lightly against hers, shes pushing him back lightly before falling into the kiss. "Stop. I can't do this Harry." She quickly says against his lips. He looks at her sadly. "I love him Harry, Edward makes me happy." She was about to leave when he grabs her wrist gently "Look at me and tell me you don't feel it too." "Im not doing this Harry." "Tell me you don't feel it." "Even if I did Harry that wouldn't change anything." He gets upset. "Im telling you how I really feel and your just rejecting me." "Because you had your chance to tell me how you felt Harry!" she shakes her head. "You told me how you felt before and that worked out perfectly didn't it?" His face changes. "I never wanted to hurt you." She crosses her arms "Yeah, but you did and thats something we can't change." She heads for the door slowly. "Seems like these days I watch you from afar." He sings. She turns to look at him. He walks up to her and holds her face in his hands "Just trying to make you understand, ill keep my eyes." He moves his face closer. "Wide open." She pushes him back "Quit that." She demands. He grabs her hands, intertwining their fingers. "Im tired of feeling alone Karleigh." he lowers his lips to hers, kissing her again. She's so confused she doesn't know how to react. He backs her into the bed, laying her down and climbing ontop of her. "I love you." He repeats against her lips. He wraps his arm around her, lifting her until their chests are together. It felt so foreign to the both of them, there were sparks in their kisses and butterflies in their stomachs. "Don't let me go." He whispers. She tried to speak but she kept forgetting the words. Their lips moved in sync as clothes were shed. Soon he was looking into her eyes. "Can I?" he asks silently. She nodded. He entered her slowly, feeling every inch of her and just as he fully entered her, the door opened...
