Harry's POV
Charlie always sent a deep chill down my spine, he want good people but he was enough to keep close. The fact that he asked about Y/n made me sick to my stomach, why did he want to know about her. I didn't even want him to even picture her in his head. I stared at him trying to come up the with the lamest excuse for the reason for her to be leaving.
"She had to leave, she has work tomorrow and couldn't stay", I explained.
"Why did you leave with her", he asked slyly.
"She wanted me to stay and enjoy the party", I answered.
He simply laughed and shook his head, instead he circled me and kept his eyes close to me. I tried to remain stoic and unfazed by his stare knowing he would be able to see right through me if I even made a peep.
"Your dumb", he shook his head at me.
"What", I looked at him surprised.
"Your in love with her and so is she but you push her away, why do you keep selling yourself short Harold. You need to go to her and explain yourself", he patted me on the shoulder.
"But I'm", I sat redbud he interrupted me.
"I saw the way she looked at you when you dance with her, she loves you", he wiggled his eyebrows.
"Sure", I rolled my eyes.
And the way you look at her, you feel it too", he chuckled.
Your wrong", I yelled trying to fight my feelings.
"Don't be a twat, you are. Now go get your girl back", he shoved to the exit.
Damn was it that obvious that I was in love with her, I didn't know if it was love but I always felt something tingly in my heart when I held her. I needed to get her back but I knew it wouldn't be a good idea to go tonight. Like I said I had to give her space and I was going to do it, I owed her that much.
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Don't Judge {Completed}
FanfictionWhat happens when Harry encounters a dancer who he can't seem to get out of his mind?
