I Still Love You

•Chapter 12•Harry's POV•

24•01•2013

Harry's POV

"So what do you want to talk about?" Hanna asked.

"That night... That phone call... Look, I didn't really sleep with the girl or something, she just had a crush on me and I told her if she would do that... I would give her a kiss on the cheek" Hanna just nodded.

"Harry?"

"Yeah"

"Why did you say that I should go and kill myself?" She asked, looking at the ground, getting tears in her eyes.

"Honestly... I had no idea. I loved you and I was hurt because I thought you would get a boyfriend and forget about me... I guess I just lost it. I really didn't mean it though" I said as I took her hand but she shook it away. She looked really hurt.

"But you still said it. That's the thing Harry" next thing I knew, she got up and started running... Away from me. Then it started to rain. Shit. I started to run after her but she was so damn fast. I finally caught up to her by the time when it was pouring with rain.

"Hanna! Come on we have to get you out of here! Your going to catch something!" I yelled at her, because of the noise of the heavy raindrops. She just looked at me. Next thing I knew she was running at me. She jumped on me and we both went down.

"You son of a bitch! You can't act all caring! You can't worry about me! After what you said! After all those years!" She screamed at me trying to hit me but I had caught her hands and had got her pinned underneath me. "WHY DO YOU STILL CARE ABOUT ME?!" She yelled, eyes red and puffy from obviously crying.

"Because you are my first love! Because you are my best friend! Because you are one of the most amazing people I have met! Because your so beautiful! Because I still love you!" I yelled and tugged her up into standing position. She stepped close to me so we were face to face, lips centimeters apart.

"You can't love me. You don't love me" she spoke and my heart broke a little.

"Why can't I love you?" I whispered, but loud enough so she could hear me.

"Because... You still left me and didn't talk to me for three years. And when you did, you screamed at me because I am a worthless son of a bitch." she started to cry again. "Just like my dad did". At that point I pulled her into a hug. She hardly talked about her dad. It was a really touchy subject.

"I don't know why I did that... But I love you" I smiled but she pushed away from me.

"I don't believe you Harry" she said and started walking away from me.

"WHY THE HELL NOT?!" I screamed at her. She slowly turned around.

"3 years can do that to someone" she said and she started walking away.