Promise

Chapter 22 - farewell letter

LISANNES POV:

I blinked a few times to adjust to the bright light in the room. I heard a sigh and looked around the room. The couch moved, the person next to me stood up. I turned around to see who it was and saw Harry looking down at me.

I cleared my throat and licked my lips, my mouth was dry. "Where are Fleur, Veronique and Jessie?" I kept looking around in the room. I noticed that the sun was already coming up.

Harry sat down next to me again. He reached his arm and as soon as I felt his fingers touch my elbow I backed my arm down. I stared at his hand. He laidhis hand bakc on his own lap.

"What time is it?" I sat up as I moved on the couch away from him. He stared at me, straight into my eyes. His eyes were still the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my life. But I shook my head and stared away from him.

"What time is it?" I repeated myself. But he still didn't repsond. I lookd over at him and saw that he had stood up and walked over to the window. He was just staring outside.

"Why are you actually here?" I stood up. I was walking over to him untill he turned around and I immediately stopped walking. I saw tears on his face. He wiped them away and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak, but he didn't. He just turned around again and stared outside again.

"What is your problem?" I screamed. I was mad. "What do you want Harry?"

I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. I didn't wait for him to respond. I just turned around and walked away towards the bedroom I shared with Fleur. My hand was on the doorknob when I felt his hand on my shoulder.

"Lis, wait." Harry spoke soft and slow. I could hear the pain in his voice. I turned around and saw his eyes. They were red and wet.

"I.. I just.." he let go of my shoulder and walked over to the couch. He sat down and rested his head in his hands.

"You what?" I yelled.

"I just couldn't go to the US without seeing you, and.. You weren't home. And your parents sent me away. They hate me Lis..." he paused and looked up again. He whiped his tears away. "Do you hate me?"

I didn't say a thing. I walked over to the couch and sat down on the couch next to him. We sat the for about ten minutes in silence.

"I don't know where to begin." he said.

"You can start with telling me why you excactly came here." all the anger and sadness came back when I sat here with him.

"I want you to come with me to America." he was staring at the ground.

I looked at him staring at the ground. I couldn't believe what he was saying. "Are you kidding me?" I stood up again. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I said and began walking to the bedroom.

"Lis, you don't understand." he came running after me and grabbed me by my arm.

"Let go off me!" I shouted.

"No Lis. I can't let you go. I just can't." he pulled me by my arm.

"It's too late for that." I tried to fight out of his grip but before I knew he pulled me in for a hug.

"Lis you need to listen to me. Please?" he kept pulling me closer.

I didn't respond so he just started talking. We stood there, he was hugging me and I just stood there caught in his grip trying to escape. But after a while I excepted it and listened to what he was saying, and deep inside I didn't even want him to let go. I loved his voice, I loved his scence and most of all I loved his touch.