Summer '09 - H.S

38.

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" Are you scared?" My palm clenched into a fist, and I peered at Harry with my eyes wide open.

His lips pushed up into a teasing grin as I said, "no." his hands reached forward to grab mine.

"Don't worry, baby. Nothing bad will happen."

"Nope," I exclaimed, laughing. "You never know; it could fall and..."

"You're being dramatic, Lu," he laughs, tilting my head to look at him, and my heart begins to race, everything speeding up.

"Jesus Christ," I closed my eyes once again and dug my nails into his hand's skin. as I squeak out, "hold me." Small laughter came from Harry's mouth as he placed kisses on my forehead.

"Not a funny asshole,"

I opened my eyes again; I felt a weight pull me down. "Not laughing," Harry says.

" Why couldn't we go in the car?"

"That's 47 hours, baby." I exhaled deeply and rolled my eyes.

"And you're whining about it? God bless you for spending 47 hours in a car with me, babe."

Harry laughs and pulls his hand away from my face. "Stop sinking your nails into my hand; the plane won't go any higher."

" Right," I sigh and let go of his hand, my leg bouncing back into position. " when do we get to California?"

"we're five hours away; take a nap... I promise time will fly by."

"I don't want to sleep," I bring my knees close to my chest, hugging myself. "I'm nervous. scared actually."

" what are you scared of." Harry pulls my seatbelt off and onto his lap, his legs stretched on the couch.

" hey! Safety first and a lot of stupid things. First, this stupid jet. Planes are the worst thing someone could've created. Who in their right mind says. 'hey! yeah, let's make something that weighs over a thousand pounds so people can ride on it."

I'm also thinking about my parents and well zac. Talking about him last night made me realize all of the things I didn't.

Also thinking about my conversation with Jeni that I had yesterday. What feelings do I have when I think of Harry? Yeah, what do I feel? Because I have no idea. I'm not sure what my feelings mean.

When he looks at me, it feels like fireworks are exploding inside me, or maybe they are butterflies. Whenever he touches me, kisses me, or tells me those charming pet names, it feels tingling, and my heart beats fast.

It feels like a fever dream.

Or when he pays close attention to what I'm saying, or when he asks me what's bothering me. When he is overprotective, this is the first time I've ever met someone like him. I've never felt so strongly about someone, but what does that mean? What does it mean when I feel like this. So emotional and happy, as if nothing else in the world matters.

It can't possibly be love. I've only known him for a month or so. Love is too powerful; love is something else entirely. But I'm confident there's something there. Perhaps marrying him won't be bad after all.

Talking about marriage. We're getting married in a few days, and I'm terrified about what will happen. Harry seemed to be stressed, making frequent phone calls to his father, Louis, and even Liam, but I think Liam is because they're trying to find someone.