"Love actually?" Harry asked, I shook my head in responce. "Hmm... American Pie?" He asked again, thrashing through DVD's in his cabinet. "Nah." I replied. "How about... Austin Powers?" He came to a stop, holding a few DVD's in his hands. "Nope." I sighed. "Finding Nemo?"
"Finding Nemo?" I burst into a fit of contagious laughter. "Shut up." Harry's serious face soon changed, and he started laughing along with me. "Why do you even have that?" I questioned, finally controlling my laughter.
"It isn't mine..." If that was Harry's excuse, that was seriously pathetic. "Of course it isn't." I lie, still holding back my laughter.
"Seeing how your so picky, I'll pick one to watch. Then I'll get some pizza for dinner." Harry put a random film on, paused it and brought the pizza into the living room. He switched all the lights off, so it was almost pitch black. "Why'd you do that?"
"What, are you scared?" I felt him sit on the couch beside me. Really close. "No! I'm just asking." I lied, I was scared. Scared that I can't say no to anything Harry want's to do.
I grabbed a peice of pizza and ate it quite quickly. I didn't like it, but I decided I wouldn't tell Harry. I just didn't get another peice.
I waited for the name at the beginning of the film. American Haunting. "I hate you Harry!"
"You can always cuddle up to me if you get scared." I felt his breath tickle my neck as he wrapped his arm around me, and pulled me even closer to him.
I didn't know what else to say. "Thanks..."
I did get scared. Very scared. Half of the film I spent burying head in Harry's chest, and the rest screeching whenever the scene changed.
"I thought you weren't scared?" Harry laughed.
"Yeah well, people can lie." Shit. I'm supposed to be nice to him.
Harry put another film on. "Harry, why Finding Nemo? It always makes me cry..." Probably shouldn't of said that. I sound pathetic.
"Hush." He sat down and pulled me closer to him. Then he did it. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine.
All I could think about was when he left me, at his party. Butterflies and Fireworks erupted in my stomach, and they're doing it again. I kiss him back, placing my hands on his cheeks.
He pulls back from the kiss. "I love you, Abby. I can't help it. I'm falling, into an endless pit, and your the only thing that makes sense to me. I love you."
For a moment, I felt guilt about what I'm doing. I'm only dating him for the money.
"I love you too."
