Footsteps || h.s.

Chapter Thirty

A/N

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Harry's POV

I looked over at Scarlet, who had her head buried in some book.

"What you reading, babe?" I asked her, as I looked up from my phone as she did with her book.

"Looking For Alaska" She told me, folding a small fold in the corner of the page and closing the book, "Why?"

I shrugged, looking back down at my twitter, "No reason"

She placed the book down beside her, before walking up to me and straddling my lap.

"What are you doing?" I chuckled as she ran a finger around my chest.

She shook her head, wincing in pain obviously from our previous events, "Nothing"

The hoodie I had given her to wear drooped over her shoulders as she still didn't own any clothes. I smiled, "C'mon, let's take you shopping"

She sighed, "But I don't have any money..."

I chuckled, "That's what I'm here for, babe"

Scarlet shook her head, "No, Harry... I'll find a way to make my own money"

I glanced down her body, then back up at her eyes.

"As much as I want you to because you look so damn sexy, you can't keep on wearing my clothes baby" I told her. She sighed and nodded.

"Yeh, I know..." She whispered. I chucked, rising from my seat as did she.

"C'mon, it's your day today. It's Scarlet Day" I winked, and she twisted her fingers in mine and we walked out the door.

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Scarlet's POV

After half an hour with fighting over who's paying for lunch with Harry, he finally won. We walked out the front of a familiar shop, making my breathing stop.

'ICE'

I smiled, as it brought back memories. The memories where I first felt sparks because I held Harry's hand. The memories when he first took me out shopping.

Who knew that we would've ended up like this.

"I will take you in there on one condition..." I heard Harry whisper into my ear, pulling me out of my daydream.

I sighed, "Lay it on me."

He smirked, "I chose some of the clothes, and get you whatever I please. Also, you're going to give me a fashion show."

I rolled my eyes, shivering as Cameron suddenly popped into my mind.

•••••flashback•••••

"Scarlet! Come here!" I heard Cameron slur. I gulped.

'Here comes the pain', I thought to myself.

I hesitantly walked downstairs, to see Cameron with a beer in one hand, the other holding a pink, fluffy bag.

He took a sip from his beer. I cringed. There was really no surprise that he was drinking but the things he does when he's drunk hurts.