Never Shout Never

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

His gorgeous eyes were burning holes in my own as his intense gaze never left my own. In my attempt of trying to put off the inevitable I had suggested Starbucks as a place to talk. After getting a booth in a secluded corner I finally realised I couldn't put it off anymore. Wiping my sweaty hands on my skinny jeans I debated with myself about how I could break the news.

"Shorty? Are you okay?"

I smiled a small smile," No, I'm not"

"What happened, has your mum done something? Is James okay?"

Just knowing that he had listened to all my rants on my mum, and understood that my little brother was the most important thing to me made it all the more difficult to tell him. Don't get me wrong; I don't love him but I like him... A lot. And I think that he likes me too. My hands found them self placed on the table in front of me drumming out a tune that I couldn't for the life of me place, "Ha, I wish!"

"Then what is it?" the concern in his voice was almost my undoing, his own hand was over mine; dwarfing it.

I shook my head to get out the thoughts of warmth, safety and sparks that all radiated from that simple, innocent touch. A stay tear escaped my eye and traveled down my cheek, his spare hand came up to my face and His thumb swiped it away. This is what broke me, and I began to cry, all the while looking into his sparkling eyes.

"Hey hey, don't cry," he spoke in soothing words with the idea of comforting me enough to stop crying but it just made the water fall run faster.

I had shut my eyes in an attempt to stop the tears, so I only heard him shuffling, and his clothes running against the black leather of the seats before I felt him come round to my side of the table and lifting me up into his arms and lap. I relaxed immediately at the familiar warmth he brought to me and laid my head n his shoulder.

"Please tell me, I can't bear to see a pretty girl cry, you can trust me." his lips brushed my ear as he whispers to me.

"It's not that I don't trust you, I just know that after I tell you, that's it. It finally becomes reality" I whispered back, eyes open now and staring out of the glass window to the people walking up and down the street doing shopping, without a care in the world. Well that's a lie they probably did have cares but... I'm rambling now.

"Amber please,"

"I'm leaving for America tomorrow,"

Not even Harry could think of something to say.

"Come on that women looks as if she's gonna maim us, I think we have outstayed our welcome," I muttered more to thin air than Harry.

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We were back at what I'm now officially calling " Harry's spot", both just standing awkwardly looking at each other.

" Is there anyway that you can... You know... Just not leave?"

" No, I wish there was, but mum got primary custody and my dad is only allowed to see us a week at Christmas, and two in the summer holidays," I explained with no emotion in my voice.

He ,once again, looked deeply in to my eyes, as if bearing my soul to him. I don't know when he moved but before I could say quidditch * HARRY POTTER REFERENCE RIGHT THERE PEOPLE*Harry was right in front of me. He was now so close, that our breaths were mingling with one another's. He moved his head even closer to mine, and opened his mouth as if to speak and put it next to my ear.

I heard the most beautiful voice in the entire world after a wait of three seconds. His voice when he sang was the perfect mix of husky and soft as he, unknowingly, sang one of my favourite songs.

" Open your eyes, no don't be scared at all.

We'll jump out of aeroplanes, and the lakes will break our fall.

No don't make a sound, 'cause I'll be with you the whole way down, and I told you everything...."

And on he went his heart warming voice floating through the air filling the cold silence. When he finished I didn't know what to say, so I hugged him tightly instead ,memorising the fell of his arms around me. The silence wasn't cold and harsh anymore, it was sad but not uncomfortable as we shared what would be our last moment together.

" Just kiss her! For goodness sake, mamma mia! I know you like her, she is around often enough!" an Italian accent flooded the air and make me jump in fright as I whipped my hair round to see a chef from the Italian near by looking pointedly at Harry.

" Marco! Give a guy some warning!" Harry said back

"Come on, you told me you liked her, and she must like you if she spends time with you, don't know why anyone would though," he chuckled at his own teasing

" Amber meet Marco he's a chef and my friend he gives me food, and now he's going to go back inside his restaurant and feed other paying people, go shoo,"

I let out a laugh as Harry made a shooing gesture at the man, they were obviously close by their mannerisms to one another. I watched as Macro made a face but turned around and walked back to his work.

"He does have a good point though," Harry mumbled

I opened my mouth to reply but suddenly my mouth was very busy. His lips were soft and tentative upon my own, as if waiting for me to run away. His hands came up to cup my face as mine lost themselves in his lush hair, again pondering why it could be so clean and soft. As cheesy as it sounds heat flooded my body all the way down to my curling toes.

After what felt like hours, but what was probably only two minutes we broke apart for much needed air and Harry placed his forehead on mine as I stared into his light green eyes. Yet again an Italian accent broke the silence by shouting " Young love!"

At the same time both Harry and myself shouted out " GET BACK TO WORK MARCO"

I'm not sure but I think I heard him mutter back "Ayeyayi look at the thanks I get..." before he trailed off into Italian.

Once again my phone rang my mothers ring tune and we both new that this was goodbye. No words were said as we clung onto each other tighter than ever before. I broke away first tears streaming down my face as I gave Harry one last peck on the lips before turning my back on him and making my way to the bus station. I only had to wait a few minutes before I was able to get a bus to the airport accommodation that my mum said to o to when I got back from my goodbyes.

I sat in a seat quite near quite the middle of the bus and stared out the window, like they do in films and all I saw was my miserable looking reflection, staring back at me.

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