Secrets

Admitting Feelings

Blaire's P.O.V.

One chance can't hurt, right?

One chance, if things go wrong, no more Harry.

No more Harry.

Honestly, I don't know if I can hold myself to that. One week after we meet, and I'm already starting to trust him.

I've got to stop.

You see, when you trust someone, a feeling of comfort comes along with it. Meaning you tell each other stuff you would not usually tell people, like telling a secret and knowing they won't tell a soul. The greater the trust is in a relationship, the stronger it is. The more connected the two are.

Saying this, the question of 'what happens when you lose them, or when they leave you?' is like an alarm in my mind. It is constantly ringing, causing me to have my guard up at all times, under all circumstances.

It's hard, yes, to block everyone out. Yet it is much easier than letting people in, only to tear you down.

Something in my mind tells me that Harry is different, that he has a story, just like me. Though my mind is almost sure of it, my heart is screaming to not give in.

Usually, people are told to 'follow their heart'.

But what if your heart is making you miss out on something? Making you ignore something, or someone, that could change your life completely. Something that could give your life a whole new meaning.

For once in my life, I'm not going to listen to what others say.

Everyone deserves a chance, or a second one in Harry's case. I always try to put myself in other people's shoes, to have perspective on what they see. Placing myself in Harry's shoes, I realize I would want a second chance as well.

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"Do you want to meet the lads at Nandos for lunch?" Harry asks just as my stomach gives a loud growl "I'm going to take that as a yes."

This is the first time Harry has asked me to go anywhere with his friends, and the question surprises me a little bit.

At first, I thought it was because he didn't want me around them, but I realized he never mentioned them. Not once has he talked about them. It is quite strange, considering they are bandmates.

I've never been in a band, but I was assuming the members were friends because of all the time they spend together.

"Blaire? You okay?" a large hand waves in front my face.

"I'm fine. It's just, you never talk about your friends, and all of a sudden you want to go to lunch with them?"

I don't want to intrude, but my curiosity gets the best of me.

"I don't know, just, I kind of pushed them away for a while. But we have been getting closer and closer the past weeks. The boys tried to help, they really did, just not in the right way. I needed something, more like someone, special to break me of my dull life I was living. It sounds really cheesy, but I think I found that person."

His green eyes were staring intently into mine, not breaking contact for a second.

To say the least, it shocked me he felt this way. His feelings were like a replica to my own.

Along with the shock, relief washed over me. I was relived he felt the same way that I did.

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Harry's P.O.V.

She wasn't responding. Her features showed no emotion, nothing at all.

We are just sitting here, looking into each other's eyes. Her eyes are distant, though, as if she was in another world.

People around us probably think we are crazy, but there was nothing in this moment I would change.

I can't help but wonder what she is thinking.

I didn't really say anything to set her off, did I?

Everything I said was true, about how I felt.

She is the something special I had been missing, I simply admitted it to her.

I came to the realization that I needed her in my life. Not just wanted her in it, but needed her.

Anyone would say it is too soon to say that, but I don't believe you can put a time on feelings.

Actually, I know you can't put a time on feelings.

How you feel, is how you feel, no matter how soon it comes along.

Feelings don't just appear out of no where, it takes time to comprehend them, to understand them.

It is up to you whether or not you decide to admit them, or keep them hidden away from the rest of the world.