Unpredictable Love

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Harry's POV

The look in Karleigh's eyes as I come back towards her is panicked. I sit down on her bed, keeping a safe distance between us. She crawls over to me and snakes her arms around my neck. Her ocean colored eyes pierce through mine and I'm frozen, as she leans in to me. Her face is inches away from mine, but I don't move.

"I'm sorry. I'm...stupid." She whispers, her lips barely brush against mine as she speaks and the sensation is torturous. I can feel her warm breath on my skin, and I struggling to form a coherent sentence.

"No, no you're not stupid." I stumble on my words, as she brushes her lips along my neck. "You're upset, but you're not stupid." I manage.

She leans away slightly, arms still wrapped around my neck, and she studies my face. I watch wordlessly, as her eyes scan over my disheveled curls, my eyes, my lips, dimples, cheeks, jaw. She lifts her hand, and traces my jaw line, her smooth fingers travel all over my face and I relax at her touch.

Karleigh's POV

"Prove to me that you're real." I tell him quietly, and he looks dumbfounded.

"Why would I need to?"

"You're too perfect, and I don't know how I can believe that you are real." Harry probably thinks I'm insane, but these words are true.

How could he be real? What have I done to deserve someone as angelic as him. I recall that once I thought that if there were a God, he's making a joke out of my life. But now I see how terribly wrong I was. Of course there is a God, how else could Harry be here with me? Miracles do happen.

"I'm not perfect, Karls." He promises and I roll my eyes at his modesty.

I lay back on my bed, and Harry lays on his side, propping himself up on his elbow. We lay in silence for a while, and for a second I think he's fallen asleep again. When I look over at him he's studying the patterns on my bed sheets.

"You know, you're Mom almost gave me a ticket." I tell Harry and a wide smile spreads across his face, exposing those adorable dimples of his.

"How ironic, that I'm now falling, frighteningly fast, for her son." I laugh and look over at Harry.

His eyes are staring deeply into mine, and his facial expression is deathly serious. The smile I was wearing, drops off of my face as I realize what I just said. I just confessed to him, just how engrossed I am with him.

"Shit, I didn't mean to say that." I quickly blurt, and Harry gives me a smug smirk.

"Don't worry about how fast you're falling, I'll catch you." He says, still looking smug.

I punch his arm lightly, and giggle. "Shut up, I didn't mean to admit that. Just shut up." I cover my face in embarrassment.

Harry's large hands pull my hands away from my face.

"Don't cover your face, I don't like that. It's like a sick method of torture when you withhold your beauty from the world." He says and I stare at him absentmindedly while I process his words.

"Beauty?" I scoff, "Harry, you really are insane."

"How am I insane?" He asks thoughtfully.

"You spend your time with me, that's insane. You described me as beautiful, thats psychiatric."

"So, because I find you beautiful, I'm completely mental?"

"Yes,"

"What's so crazy about that though?" He insists and I roll my eyes.

"I just, don't see it. I don't understand what you find so beautiful." My explanation is truthful, but Harry isn't buying it.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand my fascination, beauty is in the eye of the beholder Karleigh." His words come out so sincere, I must be hallucinating. I'm the crazy one here.