Third person's POV lol
Harry watches her every movement. The way her hips slightly sway from side to side when she takes not-so-graceful steps. The way she bites her lower lip in concentration and her manicured eyebrows furrow together in concentration. Her pony tail slightly bounces as she moves to the edge, her eyes looking towards the ground, blocking everything out; all the stares and snickers, even the young girl squealing from a distance but her mother won't let her say hi.
Pam's attention is completely fixated on the game. Harry watches her mindlessly release the ball from her hands, her foot sliding behind her before she makes a strike. Her every movement is completely and utterly breathtaking in his eyes, given her past he loves her more than anything.
But he wants her to be happy. If you truly love someone, their happiness comes first, and Harry knows Pam isn't as happy as she once was. There is no glow in her eyes, there's no spark to her smile or emotion behind her voice and its mostly forced laughs.
He's keeping her around for his own selfish desires, holding her back, resulting in hateful comments and words flung at her each and everyday.
Harry's finally decided that she needs to be happy, and as she turns around and her eyes meet his with that small smirk playing on her lips, and breathtaking body moving flawlessly towards him, he knows its going to hurt so damn bad to let her go. He loves her, oh god does he love her.
He takes the ball in his hands, also striking out as Pam watches in awe. The way his back muscles move under his tight black shirt, the way his arms flex as the ball detaches from his fingers, his lip taken between his teeth as he watches it roll down the alley. She can't help but bite her lower lip at the sex god in front of her. She's honestly willing to go under extreme hate comments and words just so she can be with him, because he's her world. She had promised herself a long time ago that she won't rely on anyone because they always leave or change, leaving her crumbling and unsteady, until she met Harry, who showed her the ropes of life.
He turns around and flashes her a dorky little smile, she quickly wipes the smirk on her face and replaces it with a small smile, pressing her lips to his for a short few seconds and pulling away, earning gagging noises from a few girls further away from them. Harry notices as she takes in a shaky breath before sighing, she's glad she did what she did, but wishes the noises wouldn't have accompanied their little moment. She wonders if she could ever have a normal life again, but she doesn't want her old life back, her old life is filled with hatred and aweful things. Her father constantly telling her she was a bad influence and that she couldn't move out, that she wouldn't get anywhere in life, she hates him for that but loves him at the same time.
"Some people." Her words are smooth, almost like they had been planned, and they had been. She constantly thinks over everything she says before saying it anymore. Harry chuckles, shaking his head before they finish the game.
"Do you wanna get supper here or do you wanna get is somewhere else?" Pam asks curiously, she's starving but makes no attempt to tell anyone that, taking Harry's hand in hers, he knows she's making an effort to be his girlfriend he used to know. She somewhat recognizes the cozy diner on the other side of the building, it's more or less a bar, but its not like she hasn't been in one before.
They take their seats, discussing what they'll be having for dinner and deciding a pizza would be okay.
Minutes later a waitress comes over, she's better looking than Pam, she gorgeous in fact. Long blonde hair in perfect curls flowing over her chest, her chest struggling under her top, a few buttons undone, a bit to lowly, Pam rolls her eyes, jealously taking place when Harry's eyes flick the her chest and back to her face, making her smirk slightly as she takes the order.
Harry's actions seeming natural to him, seeming okay, Pam setting a mask over her face and a fake smile. She knows he liked what he seen, Harry likes it, but prefers the petite brown haired girl sitting across from him. She rolls her eyes ever so slightly so he doesn't notice.
"Lets play a game." Pam suggests, shaking off her doubts and jealously. He couldn't possibly like her, could he? Of course not, Harry loves Pam and would do anything to make her happy.
"Like what?" The raspiness of his voice makes her swoon each time, it's her favorite sound.
"Uhmmmm... like that game where you pick out a person and guess what they're thinking or something." She shrugs, fumbling with her words.
"Okay." He chuckles at the idea and her awkwardness. "Pick someone." He watches her eyes travel through the people sitting at their booths and having a good time before she spots a rather good looking young man, no older than Harry. He has black hair and brown eyes and looks a bit rugged, but he's with a busty blonde who's constantly trying to seduce him.
"Them." She smirks, Harry looking to where her chosen victims are. "I bet he was looking for a loyal girlfriend and had known the blonde for a while, but the blonde is only looking for sex."
*****
They stumble into their house in fits of laughter from their previous game at the bar, this is the happiest he's seen her in weeks, and she finally feels alive, it seems Harry is the only one who can breathe life back into her. She sees the surface, she's a ways down yet, but she can see it.
"I'll be up in a sec." She giggles, flicking her finger towards the stairs before walking into the kitchen for something to drink and calm her down. She jogs upstairs after turning the lights off and closes the bedroom door before undressing in front of him, his eyes rake up and down her body, biting his lower lip while Pam is completely oblivious to his carnal desires. He could take her right now, on the bed, but he makes no move to. She's still fragile, slipping on his shirt is something he's only allowed her to do with his clothes, and to him it's damn sexy, it masks her curves but it makes her look more innocent than usual.
"How would you define love?" Her quiet voice breaks the silence as she takes her place next to him, bright blue eyes staring into his emerald ones. It amuses him how she can go from being silly to be serious in just a short while while she doesn't think anything of it.
"Uhm... I don't know." He wraps his arms around her small frame, pulling her closer, her heart beating faster in her chest.
"I think it's when you wake up to your partner or significant other and you kiss them, not minding the morning breath." She smiles at him, obviously proud of her statement. He wonders how the hell he fell in love with a dork.
"You're stupid." He kisses her forehead, loving the smell that radiates from her.
"Yeah whatever." She playfully rolls her eyes, Chloe taking her place at between them at the foot of their bed.
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A/N haiiii guyssss sorry for a late-ish update? Idk but the I haven't had wifi for a couple days so yeah don't hate me!
There's only like 3 chapters next and I'm hopefully gonna start writing the sequel Let Her Go so yeahhhhh
Love you guys stay perfect(((:
