We weren't dating. Most people thought we were together. We had a love/hate relationship. We would constantly fight about the stupidest of things. Tonight it was about jealousy.
"What were you and him doing?" I rolled my eyes.
"Harry, I was just talking to him. I'm not dating you so you shouldn't seem to care."
He made his way over to the dressing room to change into his concert outfit. I followed him stopping as he took of his shirt. My eyes staring at his chest.
"Well, I do care. I don't wanna see you around that boy again."
I rolled my eyes again, letting out a frustrated sigh.
"I'm not going to promise that."
I was instantly pushed against the wall, my hands held tight above my head.
"You listen to me right now." His voice was slow and angry but not too loud, face so close to mine we were almost touching. "Don't you dare, talk back to me."
"And what if I do." I was testing him. It was fun, and a complete turn on. His eyebrows narrowed at me and his lips were slightly pouted. Oh, how I would do him right now.
"Then you're in trouble."
I smirked at him. I put up air quotes and said trouble. His angry face changed. One side of his mouth curved up into a smirk.
"That would be nice." He let go of my wrist wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me into him. His mouth was messily pressed to mine in a kiss.
"Harry, I can't." I pulled away, his eyes filled with worry. "I'm not doing something that doesn't mean anything."
"But-I" he looked like he wanted to say something but it wasn't coming out. He was still shirtless but that didn't even faze me now.
"What?"
"I love you."
"I love you too, Haz."
He shook his head, his curls bouncing.
"I really love you. I'm in love with you. I care if you're with a guy because I want to be your guy."
"Harry, I like you but I don't know about love. That's a strong word. Look, I have to go. Have a good concert."
He looked bewildered. I turned around making my way to the door, but not before he spoke to me one last time.
"You'll love me one day."
