Secrets (On hold)

Chapter Thirty Two

*Lauren's POV*

"What is all that?" I point to the papers and brown leather notebook Harry has spread around him on his bunk. I toss my purse on the floor and walk over, climbing onto his bunk and sitting across from him in the bare space on his red comforter.

His green eyes flicker up to mine, and he quickly pushes all the loose papers into a pile. "Writing."

"Really?" How exciting, I want to read it. "Can I see something?"

"No." Harry laughs and shakes his head, leaning back against the bunk wall making sure his papers are out of my eyesight.

"Oh... Please?" That's odd.

"No way. It's just ideas and they aren't finished. You can wait for the album." He says but I can tell he is teasing.

"You're annoying." I groan and lean back against the wall of his bunk.

"Thanks." Harry rolls his eyes and looks back down at his notebook in his lap.

His dark hair has finger traces through it, no doubt from frustration. It's been a long, stressful day.

"Serena's fine. I'm pretty sure Niall and her are talking." I explain to Harry instead of pushing him to let me read something.

"I figured. They both need to mature a little if you ask me."

"You're one to talk." I tease and he looks up at me, placing his pen in his mouth and chewing on the end of it.

"I'm mature." He raises an eyebrow at me.

"You have your moments." I giggle.

He's mature, but for the most part he's pretty obnoxious.

He doesn't say anything but instead looks back down at his notebook. I'm disturbing him from his writing.

"Sorry about earlier. What I said on the phone..." I start to say and he immediately looks up, his eyes find mine and I hold his gaze. "I didn't realize until after I hung up how it sounded to you. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay." Harry sighs and runs a hand through his hair, leaving another prominent trace. "It just sometimes bothers me that I can't like, always be there. You know?"

"Yeah of course." Harry is the type of person to always want to help people. I think it's hard for him to know that sometimes his presence causes more of a disturbance than help, and I need to be more thoughtful of that.

"I just want you to need me." Harry says surprising me.

He takes his journal and papers off his lap and sets them on the bed next to him, and pulls his long skinny legs up to his chest and rests his chin on his knees.

"I do need you." Is he joking?

"You don't seem like it all the time." He stares at my face.

"You can't be serious. You know I need you. I love you more than anything." I feel shy telling him this, I don't know why.

I've told him so many times before, I just feel like I need to prove myself to him and I can't. I'm not good with words. Maybe it's his thoughtful gaze that still hasn't left my face that is making me fidgety.

"You didn't need me today." Harry says casually.

"So this is about today?"

"I don't know. I haven't been getting any loving lately." Harry teases and I lean forward and swat his leg.

"I didn't mean in a sexual way jesus." Harry yells laughing and I smack his leg again.

"I'm not really a cuddly person." I remind him, I pick at an imaginary lint on my leg just to look away from his intense gaze.