Forbidden Love

Chapter five

I didn't know where Harry was taking me, and to be honest, I didn't care. I would of went anywhere with him. He was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. Those sparkling green eyes, curls that laid perfectly on his head, perfectly pink plump lips, he was perfect. In every way, shape, and form. I wanted to know him better. I wanted to know everything about him. I suddenly had butterflies in my stomach, I've never felt this way before. What could it mean?

Harry snapped me out of my thoughts grabbing my arm and pulling me into this old building. It looked abandoned, it had boards on the windows and all the rooms we passed were empty. He pulled me up a flight a stairs at the other side of the house, and then another flight on the 2nd floor. He opened the door at the top of the stairs and pulled me through.

It was a roof, we were on top of the buildings roof. I glanced around, there wasn't really anything special about it, just a plain old roof.

I looked over at him. " So this is it?" I gestured around me.

"Yea. I thought it would be quiet and peaceful up here, totally opposite from the party." He grins a little bit.

"Well, that's true." I flash a smile at him. "So what are we going to do up here?" I ask curiously.

"I don't know, we can sit and talk or watch the stars." He smirks a little.

"Why not do both?" I ask still smiling.

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A few moments later I'm sitting at the edge of the roof, Harry sitting beside me. I can smell cologne on him, it has a musky smell to it. It's so exhilarating.

"So, do you come here often?" I ask looking up at the stars. There were so many out tonight, it was beautiful.

"Sort of, I usually just come here to think." He stares off as he speaks.

I look at him curiously. "Think about what?"

"About life, really anything that's bothering me." He pauses for a minute. "Mostly I just come here to get away from my parents." I can almost see a sad look on his face, but it's quickly replaced with a look I can't figure out.

"You don't like your parents?"

"It's not that I don't like them, they're just so controlling." He looks over at me. "It's like- like they don't understand me. You know what I mean?"

I knew exactly what he meant, because I felt the same way about my parents. Finally someone who was misunderstood like me. He knows what I go through, because he goes through it also. I felt like I knew him a little better now.

"Yes, I know exactly what you mean." Looking into those gorgeous green eyes as I answered.

Man he was gorgeous.