Love Can Be Found in the Darkest of Times

Chapter 8

My eyes slowly open to find harry rowing the boat back to shore. He turns around and smiles

"look who finally decided to wake up,"

I laugh

"What time is it?"

"Around 10:00, wanna take another walk before we leave?"

I lean in and give him a little kiss, I just couldn't help myself!

"I'll take that as a yes,"

Harry takes my hand and we are soon covered by the trees. We stop and I see this tall magnolia tree,

"Why did we stop?"

Harry smirks,

"We HAVE to climb it Grace!"

I look up at him

"You know I'm scared of heights!"

He steps up onto the first branch and reaches his hand out,

"I'll never let you slip away from me."

His face is serious and that one sentence can relate to our entire relationship. When Natalie and Harry were dating, he let me slip away. I tried to come back to him, but he would push me out. I was so angry at him! My mistake was that I always forgave him...because I loved him. I look into Harry's eyes and I know he is sorry. I stretch my arm out and take his hand.

"I trust you,"

his lips curl up into the biggest smile I've ever seen! He squeezes my hand and helps me up every branch. Once we make it to the top, I curl up beside him as we look over the lake.

"There's something I've never told anyone about before,"

I tilt my head up

"What is it?"

He turns away, hiding his smile.

"I like to sing,"

I laugh

"Everyone likes to sing Harry!"

He shakes his head

"no no no, I mean...I really do like to sing."

"Ok, can I hear?" He nods,

"Isn't she lovely

Isn't she wonderful

Isn't she precious

Less than one minute old

I never thought through love we'd be

Making one as lovely as she

But isn't she lovely made from love."

My jaw drops,

"Oh my god Harry....that was incredible."

He shyly grins,

"Thanks, I'm not that good though."

"Not that good? Are you serious? Why am I just now hearing your voice?!?"

He looks at me

"I don't know, I've always been kind of embarrassed."

"Don't be! You can tell me anything!"

He kisses the top of my forehead.

"C'mon lets go,"

he helps me down the tree and we walk home. I can honestly say that I want to spend the rest of my life with him.