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Understanding ♡

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"Flora James, What happened in there? Everything was good when we were dancing, and I went to the bathroom, and then I came back, and now you're crying. What's making you so sad love?" Harry wipes the stands of hair that are attached to my tear stained cheeks as he speaks softly to me from the driver's seat of his car.

"Nothing. I'm okay. Can you just take me home?" I wipe off the remaining wetness from my eyes, and take a deep breath, not wanting to bother Harry with my problems. I don't want him to feel bad for me.

"Flora We aren't going anywhere until you tell me what happened in there! Now come on, talk to me." His hands reach for mine that sit in my lap, the warmth of his fingers tangling with mine gives me a fluttery feeling in my stomach.

"It's not important." I shake my head, not making eye contact with him, no matter how bad I want to look at his pretty emerald eyes. I know the moon from the night sky peeking through the front window is making the hazel in his eyes glow, but I don't give in, until he cups my cheeks, making me look at him. "You aren't going to do this."

"Do what?" I mumble, my eyebrows frowning. His face doesn't flinch, and the way he looks at me is the way that reminds me of a boy whose in love with a girl. "You aren't going to phase me out."

"I'm not phasing you out Harry! It's just not important!" I shout at his face, and then attempt to look down at my lap, but he stops me, licking his pink lips, before yelling back at me. "It is! It is important Flora James, because if I did anything to hurt you, or said something wrong to you, shit, I would never forgive myself."

He thinks he did this?

"Harry.. It wasn't you. You didn't do anything, or say anything wrong." My eyes sadden once again at the though of Harry thinking my tears are his fault. His lips quirk, looking at me with wondering eyes. "I didn't?"

"No Harry." I say, leaning into his lips, hoping to take his mind off my sad eyes. Our lips lock, and his hands reach over to the sides of my hips, pulling me on to his lap in the drivers seat, my legs wrap around his thighs, and my dress rides up my legs. I don't want to crush him, so I attempt to pull away, but he just pulls me back to his lap, his tongue running over my bottom lip. I open my mouth, and our tongues collide over one another's softly.

"Flora James as much as I love what we are doing in this moment, I still want to know what's making your heart hurt like this." His eyes glimmer at me, turning darker as he looks between our bodies in the front seat of his car, the moon light hitting his eyes just like I thought it would.

"It was just something Lola said." I mumble, leaning into Harry's lips again, but he stops me. "What did she say to you?" He asks, his lips turning into a frown as he watches the tears form in my eyes. "She was going to ask you to dance in there." I look out the window, and he puts a finger underneath my double chin, making me look at his perfect face.

"Flora James, You listen to me. I would have said no to her. I don't want her, or anyone else in that place. I only want you. Understand?" And I do.

I understand.

"Okay." I mumble, and he wipes off the abandoned tears from my cheeks. "Now let's go home, so I can take that dress off of you." He smirks at me, and I lay a kiss to his stubbly jaw, before getting back to my side of his car.

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I love imagining Harry yelling at me.