change- h.s.

18

I've made it through the week, my second week away from home.

My dad has texted me, to see if I'm okay.

I said yes, he asked me if I was coming home soon but I didn't really know the answer to that so I just told him that I loved him.

It was wrong I know, but I didn't want to give him false hope.

Harry hasn't mentioned that girl since we were at the dining table.

He seemed happier though.

And he's been more affectionate.

I guess because he can't have that girl.

He's just infatuated with her.

Just like I'm infatuated with the thought of him loving me.

"Whatcha thinking about, darling?" Clare asked me.

We were all at Harry's house, he threw a dinner for helping them write his uncompleted album.

He told me he's still stuck on a few songs and needs more experience to finish the whole album.

"Oh nothing, just spaced out I guess" I smiled at her, she was so kind always.

"I get that, if you need anything I'm right here" She smiled kindly, getting up and leaving the dining table like everyone else has done.

I decided to go to the bathroom.

I just needed a little alone time.

"One second" I called out, getting up from the edge of the bathtub.

"Emma? It's me" Harry called through the door.

I unlocked the door, letting him know it was okay for him to come in.

"What's wrong, angel? You've been kind of distant lately" He frowned, grabbing my hand in his.

I couldn't tell him the truth, I couldn't tell him my feelings still remained for him.

And how hot and bothered he had me in the kitchen Tuesday morning.

No way.

"Home" I blurted out, squeezing his hand.

"You're lying again" He sighed, sitting on the closed toilet seat and patting his lap.

"I do miss home" I breathed, looking into those beautiful eyes of his.

"Yes I know, but something else is up" He acknowledged, my eyes growing wide.

"I can't tell you" I gulped, getting up from his lap.

"Emma yes you can" He shook his head, giving me a reassuring look.

But I couldn't.

I looked at his face.

Those gorgeous forest colored eyes, that nose that's too big for his face yet somehow makes him handsome, his strawberry colored lips.

The way those soft lips felt against mine the first time.

I couldn't tell him.

"Emma?" He asked, but I couldn't hear him.

"Angel, tell me" He smiled softly.

"I like you" I breathed, his hands on my shoulders squeezed tighter.

"Well I like you a-"

"No Harry" I paused, looking dead into those honest eyes he always wore.