Georgia Rose

Fate

        After the first knock the door opens. "Georgia?" Harry looks puzzled as I push pass him in to the house. I close the door for him and lock it. I turn around, I stare at him sheepishly. My heart pounding so hard I feel like it might jump out my mouth. I swallow hard and try to talk. "Harry," I try, but I can't do it. I can't do this to him.

"Georgia? Are you okay? Is something wrong?" He says wrapping his hands around my face. My lips pushed together, sweat pouring from my forehead, and my legs give out. Harry picks me up and lays me on the couch. I let him, still silent, but breathing sharply. The anxiety is getting to me, I don't want to make the wrong decision. I grab my phone from my pocket and Harry immediately sees we're being recorded. I turn it off.

"Harry, I was being blackmailed! This guy wanted me to come in here and ask for your money! He's out there right now!" I run to the window, but Jake's car is gone. I turn back and without realizing I notice my tears hit the ground. Harry stands up and runs at me. He holds me in his arms.

"I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have let you walk out my door like that, I should of took you home! I was just going to give you time! That lunatic could have killed you! I'm so sorry, Georgia! Please tell me you know this guy's name. I'll have him in jail for blackmailing you. He basically kidnapped you and was threatening you! What was he threatening you?"

"None of this is your fault. It's mine. I forced you to go out tonight with me... He has pictures of us... When we were dancing. He said he'd post it out on to the media. I'm so sorry, Harry! This is all my fault!" I cover my face about to explode in tears.

"I don't care about these pictures! The world can see those pictures if they want! We're just two kids dancing! Of course the media will buzz on it for a couple days, but I'll asure them it's nothing. I'm glad you didn't give in to this crazy guy. You did the right thing! Now tell me his name so I can call the police."

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"I can't believe there's no one with the name Jake who lives in that house. I'm seriously so confused. How could he have lied about his name and got away with it and live in that house? This kid is literally only 17!" I say utterly frustrated.

"I don't know, but don't worry they'll catch the guy. I know they will." Harry says yawning. I scoot closer to him on the couch.

"I ought to go home," I whisper, "and tell my parents what'd happen.." Harry watches me, his eyes melting in to me, "But I'd rather stay. Here. With you, just for tonight. It might even be our last. I'm too scared to go home anyway." Harry smiles and reaches his arms over to hug me. I hold on to him tightly as if I'm holding on for my own life.

"I'd love if you'd stay." He smiles at me, "Come on." He stands up and leads me to the hall with the bedrooms and then turns back at me. "You can sleep there, if you'd like... Or you can come sleep with me... You know, just for tonight." He says sheepishly.

"Just for tonight." I reply with a crooked smile and he grabs my hand and we walk in.

"Well you can't sleep in what you're wearing." He frowns.

"Yeah, I can. It's fine!" I giggle looking down at my outfit.

"No it's not!" He walks over to a droor and throws a XL Nirvana shirt at me and some Calvin Klein boxers for men.

"Harry!" I shriek.

"Their clean! And their more comfortable then what you have on!" He says with a smile.

"You're right, thanks." I laugh. "Can you turn around?"

Harry grins, "Of course." He turns around and i quickly take off my jeans and slip on the boxers, then I start to pull off my shirt and when I pull it off over my head I see Harry staring at me.