Footsteps || h.s.

Chapter Thirty-One

Scarlet's POV

"What the fuck Harry!" I exclaimed, pushing his chest as he walked toward me. I stepped back.

"Scarlet I-"

"Harry do you even know what you've just done? You're going to get us fucking killed!" I screamed at him. Harry edged closer to me, and grabbed my waist. I winced under his touch as he pulled me closer into him so there was no space between us.

"Scar-"

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE'S CAPABLE OF?!" I cut him off again. He sent me a really mad look, causing me to gulp.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN TO ME!" Harry shouted, fuming. I immediately paused.

He looked apologetic, "Sorry. Babe I'm trying to save our arses here and you're making it really difficult!"

See, after our nice day at the shops, Harry asked me on a date. We were about to leave when I noticed he reported Cameron to the police. Harry obviously didn't know what Cameron could do.

I rolled my eyes, "You're pathetic. You seriously think you're going to get out of this okay?! Cameron is capable of a lot of things. He'll kill us! More importantly, you!"

Harry seemed to fade for a minute, before he shivered and looked me dead in the eye.

"Go clean yourself up. We will go on this date and pretend nothing happened, okay?"' He told me. I nodded slowly.

I turned on my heel sassily and walked toward the bathroom. I checked myself in the mirror, wiping under my eyes to get rid of the smudged makeup. I straightened out my black dress Harry bought for me earlier that he loved. I grabbed my silver heels, slipping them on and my purse and phone and met Harry in the living room.

"Well you look beautiful. That dress...." He trailed off. I just smiled quickly and walked past him. I heard him sigh.

"Can you just forget about it? We'll talk about it tomorrow... Just, please." He begged, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.

I sighed in defeat. I pulled out of his grip and turned to face him.

"That's if we live until tomorrow..." I mumbled under my breath, although Harry heard it and rolled his eyes.

He leaned in and kissed my lips. I melted. We pulled away and began to walk.

He grabbed my hand that wasn't holding my purse, causing me to smile. The sparks from his touch were exploding.

I could feel Harry's smirk crawl onto his face. As I glanced over at him, sure enough, there was his smirk.

Harry's keys jingled in his other hand, making me listen carefully.

"Fuck...." I heard Harry curse behind me as we opened the hotel door as he let me step out first, causing our hands to break apart.

"What?" I asked, worriedly.

"T-that... Damn... Dress..." He stared at me hungrily as I turned to face him once again. I blushed, looking down at his black skinny jeans and black button up shirt.

He closed the door, locking it but not taking his eyes off me. He licked his bottom lip and held my hand in his again.

"I bloody love you, you know that?" He whispered. I smiled at him, kissing his cheek.

"I- I love you too." I told him, still angry at him for what he did. But I did my best to ignore it and not think about it.

He sent me a small smile, which, of course, turned into a smirk. I squeezed his hand, him squeezing mine in return.