Only for You

Chapter 12

Marley, Harry and I were in the mall. I don't know why?

"ok now we have to get Niall a prezzie" Marley said

"what you have in mind?" Harry asked

"umm....lets just get him food" Marley shrugged. We all laughed. Niall is the one for food.

"come on lets go! You promised me there would be fitties here! Where are they?" Harry said annoyed.

"what?! There right here!" Marley said annoyed and shocked.

"where?" Harry said looking around the building.

"right here" she said pointing to me and her. We both gigged. Harry rolled his eyes and we went back to the car.

for some kind of reason I was in the back.

"shit" Marley mumbled.

"what's wrong?" I asked.

"in need of petrol" She said taking a turning.

she put the petrol in and waited.

"fitties huh?" Harry chuckled.

"I guess so"

he turned around and faced me. Our eyes connected. His green orbs staring into mine. My blue ones searched his facial expression buy nothing. He held a straight face. He leaned in and so I did as well. My soft lips encaved on his. They moved insinc.

I pulled back.

"why do we do this?"

he turned back around in his chair.

"Harry?" I asked softly.

"I-I-I don't know" he stuttered.

"are we anything?"

Marley came back into the car and giggled to herself.

"what?!" Harry and I both said at the same time. The car went silent. I looked at my hands in my lap.

"this" she said showing a picture she had just recently took of us just now kissing.

she giggled again and put her phone back in her pocket.

"So you two a thing?" she asked.

"umm.... I err-"

"No" Harry coldly.

I looked out the window.

the car went silent yet another time.

I was stupid.

why did I think it could be?

why did I listen to Lily?

she had lost her husband!

wait! What?! What am I saying? How could I say that? How could I say that about her? She has been an important part in my life.

she is the closest thing I have to a mother. I don't have a mother and don't know what it feels like to have a mother love there daughter. To protect her. Talk to her. Share things. I don't act like a proper girl.

I grew up with my dad. He let me watch films with guns and adrenaline and stuff like that. We used to watch stuff like Saving Private Ryan and Taken.

I listened to music in the 60s, 70s, 80s and 90s. Our favorite song was Teenage Dirtbag by Wheetus.

"Dest?!" Marley pushed me out of my thoughts.

"what's up?" I smiled. I noticed we were back at uni and Harry was gone.

"I'm so sorry" she said

"for what?" I smiled getting out the car. I don't like to be seen weak. I like to be strong and don't need sympathy.

"don't bullshit please. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have took that picture and. i shouldn't have said anything.

Why does Harry do this?

"I don't know"