Touch My Hand [Harry Styles Fan Fiction]

"Savannah, come back. Face me and tell me you don't love me" Harry pleaded.
I didn’t know what I was feeling. Do I hate him? Or do I love him?
I pulled out of his grip. I'm through with him, he thinks he can get with any girl cause he's 'famous' He doesn't love me, I know he doesn't. I walked as fast as I can, grabbed my bag and headed out the door. But He still was following me.
“Baby it’s raining outside come back!” He hollered
He caught up to me once again and spun me around. I was now facing Harry, his face and clothes all wet. You could see his bare skin under the thin white tee he had on & his curl were now messed up with water dripping from it.
“Savannah, I love you! Always have and always will!” He cried out with sorrow in his eyes.
"I don’t – love you” I said slowly, he then let go of me & ran back inside leaving me in the rain..