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The Truth

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As he pulls back I couldn't help but want more. His lips were pure bliss. And his kiss seemed to stop time.

I watched as he lifted my body and walked back to his house. "I can walk Harry." I say as we walk through the front door.

He hands me a towel saying, "I know." And he smirks that smirk- The one that drives me crazy.

I walk to the bathroom still stunned at the fact he kissed me. Slipping of my clothes with moans I turn on the shower and step in quickly getting lost in my thoughts.

His lips still lingered on mine. And I could feel his touch. Why was he so nonchalant about the fact his eyes were black? Why was he always there to save me? And why the hell did he have a gun?

I wash my hair and body quickly and then let the hot water soak my body.

I then then turn off the shower and grab the towel. I dry off and then walk into the bedroom seeing a T-shirt which appeared to be his sprawled out on the bed.

I fasten my bra and and slip my underwear on, yes. I call them underwear. I get so annoyed when people say panties! And then put the white shirt on.

As I walk out everything's turned. off and I feel Harry's arms around me. He lifts me up and I giggle. "Harry." He smiles down at me as we walk into his bedroom. "Why are we here?" , "It's 1 am." He says, folding back the blankets.

"Where am I going to sleep?" I ask. "The bed. I'll take the couch." I shake my head, "No Harry. I can go out and sleep on the couch." He shakes his head. "No."

"Then I guess we're both in the bed" He smiles, and I roll my eyes crawling into the massive bed ad he does.

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Hours pass and I'm still not asleep.

Harry must think I am because I feel him cover me up.

His body soon inches towards me. His strong arm wraps around me. And his fingers intertwined with mine. I couldn't help but smile to myself.

The warmth of his body heated me up quickly, and his strong arms let me feel secure. Everything about him made me feel good.

I slowly drifted off into sleep with the feeling his lips still on mine and his arms around me.

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"Wake up." I hear Harry's voice beside me. His large hands shake my shoulders. I blink, "What..?" He smiles, "Are you awake now?" I sit up rubbing my eyes. "Yes?"

"I just wanted to say goodmorning." I hit his chest growling. He laughs. "Your so pretty in the morning." I feel my cheeks turning red. I smile, looking down. "I'll see you in the kitchen." He says walking out.

I stand up and limp down the stairs. I find Harry in the kitchen, "Do pancakes sound good?" He asks. I nod, releasing I hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday.

"You sleep like a baby." He says, getting out the ingredients for pancakes. "Whatever." I laugh. "You do!" He laughs, "And how is that?" I pester. "You curl up into a little ball" I smile at him. "Whatever you say." , "Oh. You know I'm right."

About 10 minutes later he slaps a plate of about 3 pancakes infront of me with a fork. I quickly devour the food. It was delicious.

He watches me eat.

"Creeper much?" I say. Finishing it off. I place my plate in the sink. Turning on the water to wash he dishes. "I can do those." Harry says grabbing the sponge from me. "I got them." , "Your hurt." I roll my eyes.

It seemed Harry actually liked to take care of me..

I walk out the back door seeing the rain pouring down. "What are you doing out here?" Harry asks, I shake my head leaning against the wall. A roof convered the spot we were standing.

"Your so different then you are at school." I blurt. He looks at me. "How?" He asks. "Harry.. you know."

He looks down, "I'm sorry." He mumbles. "Just why?"

"I have a reputation." He says, "A reputation of being a complete dick?" , "It's the place I fit in. It's who I am." He replies. "Your nothing like the Harry at school." I reply. "It actually is." , "How?"

He takes a breath. "I don't tell many people this." I continue to watch him.

"Well. I've always had anger issues. And they got out of hand. Those guys have always been there for me." He stops. "Harry your lying."

He looks me in the eye.

"My best friend killed herself 2 years ago. It's my fault." He pauses, recollecting himself. "The guys at school always bullied her. I never stopped it. I should've, but I was dork back then. I couldn't intimidate anyone." He said.

"Harry it's not your fault." I whisper. "..If I just could've been with her." He says, so close to tears.

I pull his body so close. And I could feel his tears on my shoulder.

The truth came out.