Miley's POV
Harry and I have nothing but grass between us. The world is silent and the only thing I can hear is our breathing.
"Harry?" My voice shakes.
"Yeah?"
"Do you think I'm crazy?"
"No. If anyone's crazy it's me."
I pull myself up and lean on my elbows. "Are you going to tell me now?"
"I don't know if I should." He looks at me and his eyes are glossy.
I get to my feet and Harry does the same.
"If I told you, you'd hate me."
"Why do you think that?"
"It's just better without you knowing. Okay? No more questions."
"But.." I stop myself.
"Stop talking," he whispers.
Harry pulls me into his chest and kisses me oh so softly.
I'm left here with my hands on his hips, his breath against my forehead.
He lifts my chin up and he tries to say something, but he doesn't.
And honestly, I'm a bit disappointed.
"I'll take you home now," Harry says and places his hand on my back.
We walk to his truck in silence and I spot the sunset across the field. It reminds me of us.
I think I am the sun and Harry is the moon.
We can't ever be together. It's impossible. We both see from different perspectives and a relationship will only hurt us.
..
"Will you walk me in?" I ask Harry once he is parked in front of my apartment.
"Of course."
We're walking side by side to the doors and I feel a bit awkward.
Was the kiss supposed to tell me something? Was it supposed to make me feel some sort of way?
"Can I stay a while?" Harry asks, looking over at me while we head to my room.
"Yeah."
What else am I supposed to say?
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Harry's POV
"I'm going to take a shower. You can watch tv or whatever," Miley says while she gathers her clothes.
I nod at her and she leaves the room.
Good thing Shay isn't here. She's so annoying. I don't feel like being questioned every five seconds.
When Miley comes comes back, I stare at her in her plaid shorts and baggy t-shirt. Her wet hair hangs over one shoulder and her face is free from makeup.
I don't think I've ever seen someone so beautiful.
"Are you okay?" Miley softly asks me while she sits on her bed next to me.
"Yeah. Tired." I rub my eyes and run my fingers through my hair.
"You can sleep here tonight if you want." She looks down at her hands and I know she's embarrassed because of how weird that just sounded.
"Will you be in the bed too?" I bite my lip. Was that creepy? Shit.
"I guess so," Miley shrugs then blushes.
"Do you have morning classes tomorrow?" I ask while pulling my shirt over my head.
"No, my first class tomorrow is at twelve." Her eyes are glued to my chest and I can't help but smile.
She catches on to what I'm chuckling about and she turns her head away.
"It's okay," I laugh, placing a hand on her thigh.
Miley blushes once again and her shyness is a major turn on for me.
I lay down and pull the covers over myself and watch while Miley does the same.
She turns on her side and her back is facing me.
I slowly move over to her and wrap my arm around her tiny waist.
Wait. Will she think I'm weird? Or that I'm trying to get with her?
I feel her jump when my warm hand touches some of her cold skin.
Her body tenses and I circle my thumb around on her side, causing her to loosen up.
My nose touches her hair and I inhale her sweet scent.
"Goodnight," I whisper, earning a reward of her scooting closer into me.
"Goodnight, Harry."
