Summer Of Secrets Revealed

Save Me

It's been a week since Harry and I were in the tree house. Currently, I was sitting in class, glancing at the clock every few seconds, counting down the minutes until the day would be over. Harry wasn't here, just like how he wasn't here earlier this week.

When the bell rings, I grab my bag and quickly walk out of the room and down the stairs, spotting Harry's car right away. I skip towards it, opening the door and sliding in. I smile at Harry, noticing that he had a frown on his face, one that made him look much older than he was.

I lean over and kiss his cheek, finally bringing his attention to me. "I missed you today, Harry. Where were you?" He turns away, and that makes me confused. Why couldn't he just tell me?

"You weren't here Tuesday either. Did something happen?" I try again, getting the same reaction. "Harry?" Instead of answering me, he turns the key in the ignition and starts to drive.

I cross my arms and slouch in my seat, turning to look out the window. That day in the tree house, Harry and I had promised to tell each other the truth. No lies, no keeping back any information, no hiding things from each other. That's what a relationship was supposed to be like. And I know I haven't shared everything with Harry, but I have time to do it. But I have a feeling Harry might not do the same thing.

Harry parks the car, and I notice that we are parked in front of the trail that leads to the bridge. I finally turn to look at Harry, surprised to see that he was already facing me.

He leans in and kisses me, and I momentarily forget why I'm so angry with him.

He unbuckles my seat belt, then his and pulls me onto his lap. He kisses me again, but it's more urgent this time. I turn so that my knees are on either side of his hips, feelings him grab my waist and pull me closer.

I break the kiss then, remembering exactly why I had been angry. I catch my breath before getting back into my seat and face Harry, whose eyes were still closed, and a smile on his lips. He turns to look at me, reaching fro my hand. I cross my arms before he can grab it, looking out my window once again.

"Where were you Harry?" I feel him touch my face gently, and I give in, shifting my eyes to him.

"I was, um." He stops then, looking down at his hands.

"I want the truth, not something you're going to make up." My words come out harsher then I want them too, and it causes Harry to glare at me.

"Why do I have to share everything with you if you don't even do the same?" His voice is hard and flat and he was still glaring.

"You said I didn't have to tell you right away. You said you would give me time." This time it comes out as a whisper, and suddenly The Great Guilt is back, making this whole thing worse than it really is.

"Maybe I'm tired of waiting."

"You said you understood, Harry." My voice is stronger now.

"Look I know you have issues, but I can't save you from them." This time I'm the one glaring, this one sentence making my blood boil.