Chapter 8

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Lisa's POV

"Wait are you really here right now?" I asked shocked, lost for words.

"Yes Lisa." He answered smiling. I ran into him, giving him a huge hug.

"I missed you so much." He said stroking my long, brown hair.

"I missed you too." I answered smiling not wanting to let go, because if I did maybe its a dream and he's not really here.

"You two go take a walk or something, you need to be alone." My mom suggested. I looked back to see my smiling family, that's what was up. They knew about this the whole time. They're the best.

Harry and I walked of my house, and walked down to the beach. We had a spot on the beach which we called "our spot". It's the spot where we had our first kiss, and our last.

"Look Lisa, I'm sorry I left you. I didn't know what I was thinking I sh-" I cut him off by putting my hand on his thigh.

"Harry, please. It's okay." I lied, it wasn't okay what he did but I just don't want the bad memories coming back.

"No Lisa, it's not. I chose 4 other guys, who probably hate me now, over you. I care about you way more than you think, if I were to lose you, it would destroy me." He put laid his hand on top of mine. "You mean the world to me, I wan- no. I need you back."

"I don't know what to think, Harry. You left me with no warning, no nothing. Ever since that day, I've been hurting so much. I know that you didn't care about me, or you would've stayed. I know that you were thinking about your career, and I understand that, but a warning would've been nice too."

"I wanted to tell you so bad, I didn't want it to end the way it did. I couldn't tell you because I was afraid of seeing you hurt."

"Either way, I would've been hurt. We were dating more then a year, what do you think would've happened?" I could feel myself getting more and more upset.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say." Every time he said he was sorry, he looked very sincere about it. Plus I care a lot about him too.

"Will you please take me back? I need you."

I thought for a while, I know what I need. But I also know that I might get hurt again, and I don't know what would happen after that.

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