What If//h.s

Jet Pack Blues

"So you're gonna stop ignoring me now?" I asked, sitting up on my bed. Harry leaned against the doorframe, his brown hair falling over his face. He ran a hand through it, pushing it back before looking up at me.

"I'm sorry." He murmured. I grinned mischievously and stood up.

"Say that again, I don't think I heard you." I told him, trying not to laugh. Harry rolled his eyes as I got closer. He sighed and looked at me directly, catching my eye.

"I'm sorry." I laughed.

"It's a start." I murmured putting one hand on his chest and the other on his neck. He leaned down to meet my kiss as his arms wrapped around me. "I missed you." I said pulling back.

Key had gotten up to get the door and I think she left when she found out who it was. The two of us were just hanging out in our room when there was a knock. I was going to get it, hoping it was Harry but Key got up faster. I didn't hear much from the room. I thought it was Niall at first when the door closed abruptly. I was getting ready to call out for Key when Harry walked in. I think Key wanted to give us some privacy and left.. I was glad.

"I missed you too. That's why I'm here." I smiled and took his hand pulling him to my bed. I sat cross legged, facing him while he had his back against the wall, one knee up, his arm draped over it.

"So do you understand what I meant?" I asked him lightly. He nods his head before glancing over at me.

"For the most part.. I really just couldn't stay away from you much longer though, despite how fucking stubborn I am." Laughing, I moved closer to him. We sat shoulder to shoulder, my legs now out in front of me, hanging over the edge of the bed.

"I glad you couldn't." Harry didn't reply. "So.. Do you want to explain myself? Or.. I mean I'm not.. I don't really have it all worked out in my head really. I wasn't trying to insult you Harry."

"I know.. You don't have to explain it to me." He said, taking my hand. "But I.. I do have a question."

"About what?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. He shrugged.

"Nothing really.. Just.. I wanted to know why you like me." I snorted.

"Nothing really? That's not nothing Harry." He didn't reply. Was he waiting for me to give him my answer? I pursed my lips. "Well, why do you like me? I never got that through my head either.. You hated me Harry."

"I never hated you.." He corrected.

"You did all those awful things to me though. Name calling, hurting me." He squeezes his eyes shut and pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

"Yeah and I'm telling you, I never hated you." He looks at me sternly and I frown.

"Then what?" I asked. "Why would you do all of that if you didn't hate me?" He pauses, opening and shutting his mouth. "If you didn't hate me, then.. Did you like me?" I asked. Harry's cheeks turned red. "Oh my god."

"It wasn't.. It wasn't like that really." He grumbled moving away from me a bit. I scooted away from him as he moved into a position where his entire body was facing me. "Remember how we had that first class together?"

"History?" He nodded his head.

"You sat in front of me." He's right, I had sat in front of him... But I didn't meet him until later.

"Yeah, what about it?" He shrugged and ran a hand through so hair.

"I don't know.. I thought you were pretty but you never talked to anyone except Liam that first month, like you were better than all of us or something."