Unpredictable Love

Chapter 87

Playlist:

She Is Love- Parachute

Gravity- Sara Bareilles

Let Her Go- Jasmine Thompson

Say Something- A Great Big World

Chapter 87

Harry's POV

Karleigh's wrong. I do not just lust her.

I'm in love with her, what doesn't she understand about that. I've been trying to prove it for the past three months, since she came to Dallas in June.

How could she think that I only lust for her?

Images of her crawling from my bed and redressing to leave, keeps replaying in my mind and I'm feeling sickly. I never imagined that she'd leave me after we made love. After all, she was the one who came chasing after me and telling me she wanted me.

Then again, Karleigh's always made it very clear that she consistently wants me. I've just been sending Karleigh mixed signals, no wonder why she's so annoyed and frustrated.

And last night after she left I couldn't sleep, her face was invading my mind. Her scent was still fresh in my senses driving me insane. Karleigh is my insomnia.

So I decided I'm going to go talk to her tonight.

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Karleigh's POV

I've spent all day with Aunt Jocelyn, she's trying desperately to distract my mind from Harry. I should've warned her she can't distract me from Harry, when Harry is my distraction.

But I figured, I'd humor her and go along with the adventurous day she's planned.

It took me an hour to finish my hair and makeup, but I'm pleased with the reflection in the mirror. My hair is styled in extravagant curls, that drape down my shoulders to the middle of my back. The makeup I applied is darker than my usual look, but it's suited for tonight's occasion.

The car ride to the restaurant starts off quiet, but I shuffle through my purse and grab the CD Harry made me and slide it into Aunt Jocelyn's radio.

I already know the order of the songs, and what songs he put on the disc because I listened to it all night long last night.

"What is this?" Aunt Jocelyn asks as the music starts to play.

"A mixtape Harry made for me, as a gift." I tell her. "This was our song." I tack on to my sentence.

A smile seems to grow on her face, the longer she listens to the words. "It's pretty fitting, for the two of you." She laughs and I nod in agreement.

The song comes to a finish and the next song comes on. This song in particular, I've grown to love. It's called She Is Love by Parachute.

The more I hear this song play, the more I'd like to hear Harry sing it to me. One of my favorite things, was when he used to sing to me. He sounds better than most of the original artists anyways.

I lean my head up against the window and allow my eyes to flutter closed so I can enjoy the music. The words sink into me, as the lyrics tell me everything Harry's afraid to say.

The last song on the CD is the one that frustrates me.

Well you see her when you fall asleep,

but never to touch and never to keep.

Cause you loved her too much,

and you dived too deep.