Cause there's nobody else, it's gotta be you.

Chapter 7

Harry's POV 

I buried my face in my hands as Natasha pulled Lou away. He can be really a pain in the ass. "I don't understand how can you manage not to be gay, really." Sarah chuckled. "He's a serious handsome guy." she finished. I've got to admit I got a bit jealous when she said that. All she ever describe me is cute and stuffs. In a way, her opinion of me matters so much. "Not as handsome as me aye?" I said to myself in a whisper. "You'll always be my Mr Handsome." She pinched my cheeks. "Just your Mr Handsome?" I asked. "Well yeah, my Mr Handsome. My Mr Hot Curls, my Mr Bestfriend..." she walked towards the couch. "Just those?" I questioned again. 

Sarah's POV 

"God, what do you want my answer to be Harry?" I swear it's annoying when someone beat around the bush. He's my bestfriend but I can't deny a part of me wants to scream so much that I don't want to be just his bestfriend only. I might sound cruel but I'm really happy Caroline cheat on him. I want him to finally realised that I've been here all along not just as a bestfriend but more than that. "You know what's the answer." He said cheekily while putting his head on my lap. I'm tired of pleasing him. He's gonna leave me happily after that and comes back when he's upset. "Babe, you alright? You're in.......tears." He wiped my eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine. Not that it matters right?" I smiled.  

Harry's POV 

"Don't you say that again. You matter alot to me." I got up and hugged her. She pushed me away. I wonder what was bothering her. I vowed to myself that if it's because of some guy, I'm gonna punch the hell out of him. "Just stop it, Harry." "Stop what?" "Stop pretending that I matter to you. Stop caring about me. Stop finding me when you're upset. Just stop..." she said while sobbing. "But why?" I asked softly. "Cause you'll leave me when you're happy and comes back again when you need me. Remember your break-up with that model? And now this." she buried her face in her hands. I teared up. She's crying because of me. I didn't realise that I find her when I need her and it's not my intention to do that. I can't help it but to find her when I'm upset. She just have this thing of making me feel right. Those forehead kisses she gives me. The way her presence just makes everything perfect. The way she touch or play with my hair. The way she climbs on my lap when I'm upset. And to think that I'm the one who made her cry is just so sickening. I think I finally cleared my confusion with myself. I'm in love with my bestfriend. 

Sarah's POV 

I wiped my tears. He's obviously not getting the clue and I'm not gonna make myself look desperate. He can think what he did all night if he wants. I got up from the couch. "Babe." He pulled my hand and made me sit down again. He kneel down on the floor while still holding my hands. "I'm sorry for what I did. I didn't think what I did matters so much to you and I-" "Everything you do matters to me alot!" I snapped. "Yes and I'm sorry. I think you should also know this. You....have never....ever left my mind." He said quietly. 

Harry's POV 

She looked away from me angrily and said, "Don't say that just to make me feel better, I'm not gonna buy-" I grabbed her chin with my left hand and wiped her tears with my right thumb. "I'm not saying this just because I wanna make you feel better. I..." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in for a brief moment. I opened my eyes and continued again, "I've always wondered why my relationships doesn't worked out and that I always ended up in here with you trying to get over it." Her facial expression softened. "Why do I feel like the most luckiest man when you gave those forehead kisses. Why I really feel so appreciated when you climb on my lap to stop me from crying." I started to teared-up. "And you know what, I've ever vowed to myself that if you were to cry for a guy, I would smack the hell out of him." I said while trying to control my sobs. "And it's just so sickening to know that I'm the guy." 

Sarah's POV 

"Maybe the boys are right after all. I do love you, babe." he finished his confession. He hanged his head low when I stared at him as I processed the words he just say. "I just love you, babe." he said again. I cupped his face in my hands and asking almost in a whisper "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" He stared into my eyes with his teary eyes and stammered, "I just..I just.." He finally closes his eyes and push his lips against mine. Both of my hands dropped at his touch as he hold my face with his right hand. The kiss was so intensed as both of us were still crying and grabbing for each other. He began to get up, not breaking the kiss as he sat beside me. I scooted over to him and was practically on his lap. His tongue brushed against my lower lip, begging for an entrance as both of his hands slither through my body and finally rest on my waist. I entangled my hands with his curls as I smiled through the kiss. 

Harry's POV 

This is the moment I'll probably die for. It just feel so right to rest my lips on her luscious lips. I could feel she was smiling through the kiss too. The way she's on my lap, her hands entangled onto my hair and both of us grabbing each other impatiently for the kiss. I can tell that both of us have waited long enough for this to happen. She finally let me in her as my tongue enter her. I wiped her tears with my right thumb and at the same time, careful not to let go of her waist with my left hand. Creeek, the kitchen door groaned. "Gosh, I'm sorry." a thick Irish accent voiced out.