Dimples and Glasses

Chapter 8

*Noëlle's POV*

Harry has no idea how badly I wanted him to kiss me. The kiss was amazing, yet a bit awkward of course because it's our first kiss. I was a bit shocked by his bravery. I wonder what we mean to eachother now, whether he really feels the same way I feel about him.

When Harry pulls away I grab a fistful of his hair and bring him in for another kiss. After we pull away he blushes profusely.

"Noëlle.." He starts.

"It's okay Harry, you don't have to say anything." I say smiling. Harry's smile slowly fades.

"I can't do this." He says crawling backwards off of his bed and standing up.

"Do what?"

"I-I like you Noëlle, I really do, but I-"

"But what Harry? What's wrong?"

"It's hard to explain."

"Harry just tell me please."

"I don't know how to."

"Just try. Please."

A tear trickles down his cheek, and after a few moments, he speaks.

"I-I just don't want to lose you." He finally says, more tears rolling down his soft cheeks. I feel a pain in my chest when he says those words.

"What makes you think you'd lose me?"

"Maybe because everyone else I had ever cared for left? I had the friends and popularity and the girls," He laughs a bit, "but they all left once I revealed the true me to protect myself from getting hurt and it just hurts so much. I mean, this is me, but not who I used to be. I used to be better than this. I used to have personality and like-ability.. Now I'm a stupid nerd. I just don't want you to leave me because of who I am.." He sobs and I hug him tight.

"Harry, I love you because of who you are. Those people might have liked you for Harry but I love you for your true self. I won't leave you, and I certainly won't give up on you when you are at your worst. Okay?"

"Okay." He says, sniffling. I hold him even tighter and the tears start to fall less and less.

"Noëlle?"

"Yes Harry?"

"You love me?"

"Yes, I do."

"I love you too. Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes Harry. I will be your girlfriend." I say and we kiss once more.

Harry and I sit back down on the bed and watch movies until around 7pm and I head home. Once I get home I receive a text from him.

Hello my beautiful girlfriend. -Marcel

Yes, his name in my phone is Marcel. Thats his name in my phone because Marcel is the boy I fell for, the real him.

I reply.

Hello my sweet boyfriend. -Noëlle

He texts me again.

I miss you already. -Marcel

I respond.

I miss you too. -Noëlle

We text back and forth that night, our conversations ranging from how his stomach is doing and how much he wishes he could best the crap out of his bullies, to the movies we watched and how unrealistic they were. We text until around 11:30pm.

I yawn and text him again.

Well, I should get some rest. -Noëlle

He responds.

So should I. I'll see you tomorrow Noëlle. -Marcel

I text back.

Goodnight Marcel. -Noëlle

He ends the conversation.

Goodnight Noëlle. -Marcel