Come Back To Me

3rd Person POV

"Just get in the car, Squirt," Harry grinned, tapping on the steering wheel of his car. He ran a hand through his curls and winked. The girl rolled her eyes and tried to ignore the butterflies swarming in her gut. Of course he would look perfect on their first date. Of course he would. She wrapped her arms around her waist, standing akimbo. 

"Don't call me 'Squirt,' Sasquatch." She bit back, flashing him a quick smirk. A slow, lazy smile formed on his face and he let out a bright peal of laughter. 

"We're gonna be late for our dinner, you know?" He teased, "and by extension our movie and I really would like popcorn and you know I love sour patch ki-" Harry pouted, all cerulean eyes and bitten red lips. "Please get in the car?"

The girl had been standing outside the car, watching him intently. Rambling was one of his current features that left her breathless, the kind of rambling that was nervous and held back. Nolen pursed her lips, but opened the battered silver door of his old car (that for some reason he was insanely proud of) and took a seat. "Happy now?"

Harry laughed and then smacked a kiss onto her cheek. "I've been waiting for this night since we were seven and you told me you liked my Batman shirt." He said, pulling back and starting the ignition. She tried, she really tried, but a smile wormed its way onto her features and she hid her face in her arms. But the girl wasn't someone to easily fall, and especially didn't like sharing those feelings with other. She didn't want Harry to know how she was feeling. And it wasn't for his cheeky smile and hair that fell perfectly on his head... She wouldn't have to.

"You know you're a big sap, right?" She whispered, voice muffled by her forearms. It wasn't fair how cute he was, that this was actually happening. She had been waiting for this since he and his mother first showed up at her house. She had been just five and he was loud and cute and had a flower to welcome them to their block. When they were gone, she had pulled on her mother's pant leg and whispered, 'Mommy, I'm gonna marry Harry.' It just seemed too much like a movie to be her real life. Too perfect. But maybe that was just Harry.

"Only for you, Squirt." Harry focused on the road, yet casted a fleeting look over at the girl to see her reaction. She pouted back at him and he smirked. "Oh don't look sad; I'll win you a stuffed animal from that crane machine at the restaurant, you know I'm good at those." She smiled and shyly laced their hands on top of the center console, ignoring how she could hear her blood pulsing in her ears. His thumb spun tiny circles on the top of her hand and she couldn't help but feel in love right from the get go.

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Nolen looked down at the bear in her hands, weathered from traveling and cuddles, and studies its blonde fur and dopey grin. She wished it wasn't so painful, that these simple things wouldn't bring back such mysterious memories. But she could never toss them away; for some reason that bear in her hands was attached to her. Her heart skipped a beat and dropped past her stomach, and she clutches it tightly to her chest. Why was this so important? Why had she found comfort in this particular bear, this stuffed animal that was ragged and torn. She tried so hard to remember, she really did, but she couldn't think of a thing past her 17th birthday.

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The rain began pouring on the car, but you couldn't even notice the gloom inside that tiny car. With Harry's hand nuzzling hers, the music blasting in their ears, and her pretending like this was nothing. But she could feel inside that there was more to this then the usual nothingness she felt. Holding back her feelings and restricting them towards people she felt wouldn't hurt her. Harry wouldn't do that... She felt like this was a sanctuary. This messed up car and his hand on hers. This was something she could get used to.

But one little action could change everything - And in one instant it did.

"Squirt... I-" The boy faltered, his tone changing from a happy, carefree tone to something Nolen had never heard from his perfect lips. He was now facing her, face sunken and a half-smile trying to hide the obvious fear in his voice. What was he so scared of? She had watched his every move, from the small twitch of his eyebrow to his palms becoming sweaty. Their faces were now only inches apart, a smile curling onto her lips as he looked towards hers. The feeling she had there... Was something to be always remembered. Too bad it was gone.

The small screeching of a horn - No a beeping. It caused so much damage, it destroyed something so strong. All the girl had gotten out before everything went black, a small yelp towards Harry - "Harry!" She called out hopelessly, as it was too late. A huge truck went crashing into the car as Harry tried to pull on the wheel, but the car was already done for. The wheels of the car spun in the rain, making the car spiral towards the edge of the bridge they were currently crossing. Harry had gotten by with little damage, raising his head to see the girl he loved dangling, broken... She was bleeding from a wound in her head. All he could hear was her soft breathing, and that was all it took.

Harry jumped up quickly, wrestling at the seatbelt. He hadn't thought to look where they were, and it would have changed so much. There the two were, in that little red car, hanging half-on half-off that bridge. 30 feet or more down was the raging waters, interupted only by the small raindrops on the river. Harry rested his hand on the girls chest, trying to grasp at anything to balance himself up. He heard the sirens, and that made him relax a bit. Maybe they could just get out of this alive - Together. He whispered softly to the girl, his hand rubbing hers softly. "We'll make it out of here, the ambulance... It's coming."

Little did he know of the car on the verge of falling, little did he know of the seatbelt wrapped around the girls tiny waist which he neglected to try to unbuckle. He just sat there, satisfied everything would be fine. Harry was badly hurt, his leg had a huge gash in it, which enabled him to make little movement - So he could have done nothing more. But pinning the blame of the next event on himself was all he could do. She was gone.

As the ambulance pulled up, Harry rested his head on the back of the seat, as it was pounding from the possible concussion he had gotten. Running his hand through the girls hair, Harry felt a movement towards his car door, and he felt his body being pulled from hers. He called out slightly, but his vision became blurry and all he could see was the car getting smaller and smaller as he got yanked out of the car. Why was everything going so fast? Then he saw it. The car, placed carelessly on the edge creaked and then went tumbling down the bridge.

In a terrible sight, rain and a red car flushed down into the river, Harry tried to flick his eyes open, look for any sign that the girl he had rushed to get in the car earlier, the girl he was in absolute love with, was okay.

But the beautiful red hair that flushed her head wasn't to be seen anywhere, as he finally passed out, from blood loss and confusion. Gone. Broken. Lost. Dead. All because Harry had to ask her to get in the car - This was all his fault. And the blame he put on himself would never shift to anyone elses' shoulders. He was set. And ever since then he couldn't trust himself to do anything. He was just a person with no soul.

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A.N.; I've had this saved in my drafts for a really long time and I don't know what it is yet but I think it'll be a fun story to build off in my pasttime. I'm back and ready to write! My older stories I never finished may still have a time for them, but as of right now, I wanna work on some new outlines and see where they go. I think I will continue Victims of Direction and maybe Go Fish. But that will all be in due time. Thank you guys for reading and if you enjoyed it and want more, please message me or leave a like or comment to let me know it has some want for continuity. Love ya all!