The Difference

Chapter 18.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going home, Harry. Away from you."

"Don't walk away from me." He commands.

"I'll walk where I want." I replied while I continued to walk away from him.

Loud footsteps against the sand informed me that Harry was running towards me and I wished that he would just take the hint that I didn't want to talk.

"What are you doing?" I stopped to look at him.

"I'm coming with you."

"No, you're not."

"I'm not letting you walk back to campus alone Piper. It's late."

"I can look after myself."

"I'm sure you can." He paused. "But I'm still coming."

I had come to realize that there was no reasoning when it came to Harry. It was his way or the highway.

"Fine."

Before he could change the subject I needed to ask some questions.

"Why would you do this to yourself Harry?" I referred to the drugs he had taken.

"Do what?"

"Harry..." I trailed.

"Alright, fine. I don't know. I don't like it, not really. It makes me feel like shit and forget about my life for a little while."

"What were you trying to forget?"

"You." His simple answer made my heart both flutter and break.

"You want to forget about me?" I squeaked.

"Yeah."

"Oh...", was the only answer I could think of.

"At least I thought I did."

"And now?"

"And now," he repeated, "I'm not so sure I want to forget."

His words were slightly slurred and his walk was rocky but I didn't care. There was something about this boy that kept pulling me in and I couldn't seem to shake it, and I didn't want to.

Without thinking I grabbed his face and brought my lips to his. I saw his eyes widen at my sudden gesture but he didn't pull away.

I could taste the alcohol and what I think was the drugs but I couldn't care less. I wanted him, I needed him. This stupid, infuriating, boarder line bipolar boy had me under his spell, and that was fine by me.

"Wait, wait." Harry's voice broke me from my trance and I started to get worried.

"W-what is it?"

"Why did you kiss me?"

"Do you really need me to say it?"

He knows why I kissed him, yet he feels he has to ask me anyway. I kissed him for the same reason anyone kisses anyone, they like the person and they want to feel closer to them.

"I need to hear it Piper."

Why does he need the reassurance? Here I am practically throwing myself at him and he still doesn't understand the reason for the affection.

"I like you Harry, really like you and I want to see where this could go." I couldn't help but smile when a smirk appeared on Harry's face.

"Well okay then." He pulled me in close and our lips connected once more.