"Stop."
"Sara I-"
"Stop. No," I say cutting him off.
"Sara just please."
"No. Stop," I say not wanting to hear him.
"Sara I'm not a fucking dog. You can't just tell me no and stop and I'll stop. Now will you listen to me?" He asks.
"No because I don't want to hear that."
"Okay and you won't. I never said I was. I was just making a point that you don't know how I feel towards you. My feels aren't that strong but I do like you," he explains.
"You know," I say looking at him. "You frustrate me."
"I know." he smirks.
"That's not cool Harry. I really almost had a heart attack."
"Why?" He chuckles.
"Because I don't love you either but I do like you. And if you did love me already then I would of left tomorrow with Stephy."
"Seriously? You would leave?" He asks and I could hear the hurt in his voice.
"Yes because I would need space to think. Don't get upset over something that's not really happening."
"I know but it does kinda hurt knowing that if I did, you would just leave," he says.
"I know. I'm sorry for the fake scenario that you're making up in your mind," I tell him.
"You're kinda heartless."
"Yeah I know," I tell him and I can see the shock on his face. "I think with my head and not my heart. I'm a realist not a romantic person."
"Well I'm not like that."
"I know you're not," I say.
"How do you know that?" He asks crossing his arms.
"Because you're getting upset at a fake scenario because I don't love you."
"Okay. Can you stop saying it like that?" He asks going into the kitchen.
"Like what?" I ask following right behind him.
"Like loving me is so bad."
"I never said that. Loving you would... it would change everything Harry and I don't know if I'm ready for everything to change," I explain.
"What does that mean?" He says as he stops and turns around to face me shopping me in my tracks and almost running into him.
"It just..," I pause as I look up at him and look into his eyes. They're a dark shade of green with hints of grey. His lips were parted a little and were a dark shade of red like he needed lip balm. He was beautiful.
"It what?" He asks snapping me back to reality.
"It's hard to open up to people. You open up and they just hurt you anyway. It's like and endless cycle of opening and getting hurt."
"I'm not going to hurt you Sara. I plan on falling in love with you. I plan on taking care of you like a boyfriend is suppose to do," he says looking down at me. "Why don't you believe me?"
"Because it scares me," I confess tearing up. "It scares the hell out of me to think about all of this and know that, for a fact, if I didn't start that fire I wouldn't be here. I would be with Billy."
"No," he says cupping my cheeks looking in my eyes. His eye color has lightened up I'm guess from his mood change and they're still beautiful with hints of blue in them now. "You don't know that that is what was going to happen. You and Billy could of broke up and you would still be here and you would have faith in me."
"I do have faith in you."
"Sara," he sighs and looks down shaking his head his hands dropping from my cheeks to my waist.
"Harry," I whisper running my fingers back through his hair. It's softer then I thought is was going to be and less knotty. I guess from him running his fingers through it. I feel his fingers dig into my sides as he pulls me closer to him.
"Don't leave me."
