thirteen

30 8 11
                                    

harrys pov

I was glad when Elizabeth agreed to come home with me. the last few days have been complete hell. I look over at the beautiful girl in my car who still seems shooken up. I placed my hand on her thigh to soothe her.

"you ok?" I asked pulling into the garage of my house.

"yes." she smiled and got out of the car.

"is there anything special you want to do tonight, its still pretty early?" I asked unlocking the door.

"its 11 at night." Elizabeth laughed.

man, I have missed that laughed.

"I was thinking we could order pizza, like I said I would, and watch movies." I smiled entering my house.

"sounds perfect." she smiled following me.

"what kind of pizza do you want?" I asked her.

"any kind, it doesn't really matter." she shrugged.

"don't be difficult." I laughed.

"can I have one of your shirts, to wear?" Elizabeth asked me sitting on the couch.

"no." I shook my head.

"why not?" she pouted.

"you look too good in that dress." I smirked.

"I'm getting one of your shirts." she rolled her eyes getting up from the couch and running upstairs.

I called the pizza place to see if they would bring up six pizzas, and to make it a surprise. I turned on my TV and and looked for the titanic, a movie every girl loves.

"titanic?" Elizabeth asked plopping on the couch in one of my shirts.

"yeah, I chose a girly movie for you." I huffed.

"I've never seen this before." she said looking at me.

"what? you have never seen this, what is wrong with you!?" I joked.

"its your favorite movie I suppose?" Elizabeth laughed.

"yes it is." I said sticking my tounge out.

"harry, can I please wash your hands." she said grabbing my bloody hands.

"im sorry." I whispered.

"just come on." she said pulling my hands towards the bathroom.

"but why would he do that? I never trusted him. that's why I was surprised when you walked in with him. I was just thinking that you should've walked in with me not him. I was mad to see him on you so that's why I beat him I'm sorry Liz." I sighed as she dabbed a washcloth against my knuckles.

"harry.." she whispered but I cut her off.

"these last few days have been complete hell for me. I was wondering if you missed me as much as I missed you. I should've asked you to be mine once I caught.. feelings for you I guess. I know you don't like me but I just can't bare to be without you I don't care what ron says we are friends and I always want to be friends whether you hate me or not. also --" I stopped rambling once elizabeth pushed her lips against mine.

"I have missed you so much harry." she mumbled against my lips.

"really?" I asked pulling away from her.

"yes, why wouldn't I?" she smiled.

"I don't know I just thought, you didn't want any part of me." I smiled.

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