Protect Me

A surprise

It's finally Saturday and Harry and my mom should be here any minute. I'm pacing the floor, I have my music on because Alice went to some frat house party and I was alone.

I hear my phone buzz.

*from Harry to Parker
We're in the parking lot.*

I smile and run down to the lobby. I see Harry holding a duffle bag. A smile forms on his face revealing his dimples.

"Hey you." he drops his bag and engulfs me in a hug as I run over to him.
"I missed you." I kiss him. "Where's my mom?" I ask
"We planned this, me and her, wanna come to my car? It'll explain everything." He waves for me to follow him.

Once we get to, my, car it's full of bags and a couple boxes. He smiles.
"Welcome home" he states and I laugh and hug him.
"Told you, you just couldn't resist my LA swag."
He chuckles, "Sure...thats why I moved here."
"Why didn't my mom come?"
"She told me that we should have a weekend to ourselves."
"..Or she has a trip." I sigh looking down.
he stays silent.

"That's what I thought." I breathe. "Lets go to your place." I say and he raises his eyebrows, he lifts his hands.
"You're looking at it."
"How'd you get in?!" I squeal.
"I took the late SAT and I got in. But had to pay an extra fee." she shrugs his shoulders and opens my trunk.

"I brought you something." he says, "close your eyes."
I do as he says until he tells me to open them.

He's holding a guitar case.

"W-what's that?" I gasp.
"A guitar, oak."
"New?"
He nods and lays in on the ground, opening it, revealing a dark oak guitar with a mother-of-pearl sound hole ring.

"It's beautiful." I say picking it up.
"You gonna play?" he asks
"No, no I can't play it."
"Yes you can."
"No."
"Yes."
"Harry" I whine
"Just one song, I want to hear your voice."
I huff, "no."
"Why not?"
"I'm not ready."

He puts the guitar back and hands me the case. he grabs his main bags and we go check into his room. Since he registered late, he doesn't have a roommate.

"You're quiet." he says
"I'm tired" I reply.
"No you're not, you're mad I wanted you to play." he stroke my hair behind my ear. I turn my head and check my phone.
"It's 12:30, we should eat lunch." I say
"Ok, where to?"
"Cafeteria" I state, "It's not as bad as you think."

I am uncomfortable about this whole guitar thing. I stopped playing when my dad died and I don't want to strum a chord ever again. Harry really wants me to, but he'll never hear me, or my voice.

"You ok?"
"Peachy" I say as we approach my dorm. I open the door and lead him in.
"This is it." I give the grand 'here's the fridge bed and bathroom tour' and sit on my bed.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to hear you play..."
"It's ok-"
The door opens and Alice staggers in, along with an-attractive-male following behind her, trying to steady her balance.

"Hey, that's nice abs right?" Alice slurs.
"Sorry,she's a bit tipsy. I'm Vincent. Her friend."
"Hi Vincent, I'm Parker. Roommate."
He has black hair with it parted on the side and it's spiked in a fohawk. He's wearing blue skinny jeans and a black tee shirt for a band I've never heard of.

"I'm Harry, Roommate's boyfriend." he shakes hands with Vincent.
"Nice to meet ya."
He seems nice.

Vincent stands up from the bed and dismisses himself saying goodbye, Alice already passed out on her bed.

"I should go-" Harry starts but I cut him off with a kiss. He kisses me back and his tongue swipes my lip asking for entry that I grant. Our tongues move together and we finally part.

"Someone's horny today, and it's only 2:00."
"Shutup" I slap his arm playfully.
"Love you"
"Love you."

He leaves and I sit on my bed. I think about getting the guitar.

What if I did start playing again?