Oh Harry

I run up the stairs at a ridiculous pace, my hand bag swinging around my torso as I speed up the rusting metal staircase. I can hear Harry approaching behind me, but I ignore him. "slow down Naomi, just wait." I continue running up the next floor as if he isn't there. But as I reach our apartment door he grabs me quick and pulls me aside. His beautiful brown eyes capture me, but I quickly turn away. Harry grabs my arm, but I yank it away, as I'm already irritated by his presence and his actions. He grabs my arm again, but I don't yank it away this time. I guess hearing him out can't hurt. "Baby I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you, I love you. I'm not perfect, but whenever I try to help you I end up hurting you."

"No whenever I get an opportunity to go out there and make something of myself you got out there and find all and any way to go and mess it up! You ruin everything, I hate you!"

"You don't mean that." Harry says looking a bit hurt "and even if you did mean it, it wouldn't change a thing." He rubs my shoulder and pulls me in for a warm comforting kiss. I guess he's right, I do love him and he was trying to help. He isn't the person I used to know, the person I used to hate, he's not my ninth grade bully anymore, he's my twelfth grade lover, I guess that special. I kind of laugh at the thought and give him a little shove in the chest, "I'm still mad at you." I say now unlocking the apartment door. "How mad?" He says smirking. "Very."

"Show me." he teases..