Chapter Eleven

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"Hey." He says with a sigh making me sit up in surprise.

"Hey." I greet in return as I watch him sit down beside me. His hair bouncing slightly as he does so.

"Who was that?" Harry asks trying to make conversation. It's not awkward between us, it never has been, but neither of us knows how to talk about the issue.

"Louis, I just met him. I met his girlfriend a few days ago, and she told me about her father forbidding her from marrying him because he is poor. We just talked a bit about that." I inform him.

My eyes are glued to the ocean as well as his. The waves are crashing against the shore, making weak sounds when the waves hit the wall. Between the waves, I can see the reflection of the moon now shining brightly on the night sky. It reminds me of what Harry once said, about him wondering if it's the only woman permanent in his life. I want to be the one to change that, I desperately do, but I can't.

"What you said earlier." I start saying, but I stop so I can turn my body towards his, and he does the same making sure I know I got his full attention. "Can you honestly say you meant that with no doubt in your heart?"

He takes my hand in his and starts rubbing circles against my skin with his thumb. "Yes, not even a single drop of doubt." His forest green eyes stare into mine with the reflection of stars in them. I know I have to let him go, but his eyes will forever be saved in my memory as the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. "I can't tell you I love you, Mira, because honestly, I don't know what love is. All I know is that after our first conversation I couldn't stop thinking about you, and the way you spoke with such strong opinions. I know that I not only find you beautiful on the outside, but your heart, and mind is so beautiful as well. And tonight after your sister came out, and said you were engaged I got so terrified of losing you before we even could give us a chance." Before he can say anything more I crawl into his arms. Aching for his touch. He gladly wraps his arms around me pulling me into a tight embrace, his lips placing a kiss to my hair. "I can't tell you I love, because I don't want to lie. I never want to lie to you, Mira."

I look up at him my eyes turning slightly glossy at his loving words. His forehead touches mine, and we both take a deep breath cherishing each others presence. "I want to give us a chance, Harry, I do more than anything. Even though you may not think so yourself you deserve someone that is always going to be there for you and love you for who you are, and even though I want that to be me it can't. I can't give you what you deserve. All I can give you is until tomorrow night, and after that, I can never see you again. It won't be good for either of us if we do." A single tear rolls down my cheek, but it doesn't fall since Harry is quick to wipe it away with his thumb.

"Well if until tomorrow night is what I get, that is what I'll take." He stands up with me in his arms, carrying me as he starts to walk.

"Where are we going."

"Home."

After fifteen minutes we arrive at a medium-sized black house, and I know it is Harry's. I have never seen it, but it recognizes it from his description of it. He walked up to the front door, and carefully puts me down. He unlocks the door before he opens it, and lets me go in first. It's unusually clean, almost as if no one lives here.

When I hear the door closing an idea strikes me. I turn around coming face to face with Harry. I place my hand against his chest and push him up against the door catching him by surprise. He lets out a grunt from the impact, but we both know it didn't hurt him.

"Stealing my trick I see." He says as a smirk form on his face, satisfied with my actions.

"They don't work on me, because-" He is taller than me, but when I stand on my toes I manage to bring my face closer to his. I purposely let out a weak breath, so the air would brush his lips. His heart-shaped lips part from the feeling. "-they only work on foolish people, so I thought I could try them on you." I give him a sly smile.

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