Afraid To Fall

Chapter Two

I hope you guys enjoyed Chapter One. lol It was kind of hard to type the classes so I decided to skip them as you saw. Here comes Chapter Two and it is dedicated to @xinspirationx because she was my first follower. lol Bye bye now.

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*Chapter Two*

"O-oh.." I looked up at the stranger I had bumped into and it was a tall, handsome lad. He had luscious chocolate curls with striking emerald eyes. "Hi," I said nervously. He held out his hand towards me, smiling sweetly. I hesitantly took it, pulling myself onto my feet. "Thank you." He nodded and dropped his arms to his sides. "I'm, um.. I'm Elizabeth," I stuttered out, completely captivated in his gorgeous eyes. His lips curled into a smirk and all I felt was my cheeks tingle.

"I'm Harry," he spoke. I smiled at the curly-haired lad and flipped my hair over my shoulder. "I really think you're eyes are beautiful," I blurted out without thinking. Great job, Beth. Embarrass yourself in front of a cute guy! I mentally facepalm, dropping my gaze to the floor. "Um, thanks?" I turned back towards the shelves and pushed my falling glasses back up the bridge of my nose. "You enjoy romance novels?" He interrogated, shoving his large hands in his pockets. "I'm a big sucker for a good romance," i tell him as if we've been friends forever.

"I'm a bit of a romantic guy." He smiled at me, nudging my arm with his elbow. "Do you like music?"  

"I love music." 

"What genre?" 

"All kinds." 

"Seventy's or eighty's?" 

"Definently eighty's"  

"Well done, mr. Harry," I said with a smile. "You are the perfect best friend for me!" He chuckled and nodded. "Now it's my turn to ask questions," he said, stroking an imaginary beard. I gulped silently.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked quietly. I didn't exactly trust my voice not to quaver, so I just shook my head. "What's your favorite band?" 

"Um, Pierce The Veil."  

"Never heard of them."  

"Are you serious?" I asked, faking a dramatic gasp. He shrugged his shoulders and I just stood there shocked. "What's so bad about that?" he questioned, cocking a brow. I gripped his wrist and started tugging him towards the music department. "Really?"

"Yes, really! I am going to get you into my kind of message." He chuckled as I placed the headphones over his curls. I quickly typed down Hold On Till May by Pierce The Veil. The beat started playing and Harry raised a brow, looking at me like I was crazy. "Just wait!" That's when the first lyric came up.

She sits up high surrounded by the sun. 

One million branches and she loves everyone.

"Mom and Dad, did you search for me?

I've been up here for so long, I'm going crazy!"

I sang along quietly, rocking my body back and forth. Harry smiled at me, turning the volume up a notch. "It's good," he told me. I grinned and listened to the music. 

And as the sun goes down, we ended up on the ground.

I heard the train shake the windows.

You screamed over the sound.

And as we own the night.

I put your body to the test with mine.

This love was out of control.

3-2-1 where did it go..?

I crossed my arms over my chest as I felt Harry's arm wrap around my waist. Blushing, I moved closer, swaying us back and forth. He grinned, humming to the melody. He has such a deep beautiful hum. That's not weird..is it?

Now don't be crazy.

Yes now of course you can stay here.

Been in a touring band for going on ten years.

Big deal, I gue-

The music suddenly stopped. Harry was leaning over the small computer, typing quickly. "Harry!" I whined. The song was almost over and it is by far my favorite. "Hold on," he groaned, backspacing the words he had typed. "What are we going to listen to?" 

"Shush." 

"No." 

"We're not listening to anything."

"Why not?"

"I haven't asked my questions yet," he said with a smirk. I once again gulped at the way he said that sentence. "So, first I found out you don't have a boyfriend. Your favorite band is Pierce The Veil was next. Hm.."  He put on a serious thinking  face, stroking an imaginary beard like early.

"What's your favorite song of all time?" I took my bottom lip between my teeth, chewing gently. Favorite song.. "Oh!" I squeaked, clapping my hands toghether. "Oh?" "No, not oh! It's Don't You (Forget About Me) on the Breakfast Club Soundtrack!" He chuckled. "An old song. Nice." I bowed playfully, shaking my hair everywhere. "How old are you?" 

"I'm seventeen.. Why?"

"Just wondering. I'm two years older than you." 

"Next question." 

"Have you ever been...touched? By a guy?" he asked, biting his lip. I shook my head nervously, hiding my hands behind my back. "Good." He kissed my cheek before walking back towards the door. I stood there, blushing like mad. Did he really just ask me if I've ever been touched? Of course I haven't! I haven't even had a boyfriend! I know, that's sad.. 

But why did he say that was good? Could that mean....? Nah..