Somewhere, Someday

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<A/N at end babes.>

Songs for the chapter:

Infinity- One Direction

In Case- Demi Lovato

Empty Handed- Lea Michele

Blank Space- Ryan Adams

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"Oh baby, I was there for you.
All I ever wanted was the truth."

We walk into the dorm room, and it's possibly the most nerve wracking thing that has happened tonight. I didn't know what could spill out of Harry's mouth tonight. It could be good or bad and I wouldn't even care. I'd fall under his stare at any time.

I throw my shoes on the floor, near my dresser, and I sit on my bed in my sopping wet clothes. I didn't have time to change, so I was still in my rain soaked attire. It didn't matter though, all I was focused on was the words that were being said tonight.

"Harry I know you don't know exactly what you should say, but just know that whatever you say I won't run. I won't leave here, when we need each other most. I won't leave you empty handed." Harry looks into my eyes, and I can see the small glint of hope arise in them.

"I don't know how to sum it up, and I don't even know if words are good enough anymore. But Sarah I fucking need you; I need you to contain my temper with your calming voice. I need you to make sure I'll be okay; I need you to tell me everything will fucking work out in this messed up end." Harry had said these words to me before, and hearing them again only made it more reassuring. Harry had fallen under my control; the control of love.

"We don't have to keep pushing and pulling each other Harry. I've known your feelings for such a long time, and all I've ever wanted to do was act on it. I don't know exactly how to, and you never helped me take the step." Harry always intimidated me, and he said things he didn't mean. But I never doubted for one second that this broken man in front of me didn't love me.

"If I finally let you in, will you show me what love is fucking like?" I get up and walk over to Harry. I wanted to get as close as possible to Harry, and finally make him feel loved by someone. He wasn't just sex and other fantasies, he wasn't just a desire. He was the air that needed consumption, his love that was hidden away needed consumption.

"I will try my best to show you what love is. I'm still figuring it out myself." My lips were ghosting over top of Harry's. They were close to kissing and there was nothing I wanted more than to feel him on my mouth. His breath was always laced with mint and cigarette smoke; it was dangerous to inhale.

"I will only let you in Harry." My voice as a tiny whisper; barely audible. But I didn't care. Harry could hear me, and that was all I needed.

Harry leans in and finally plants a kiss on my lips. This is what I had been desiring for the last few days. I missed his always swollen pink lips, and his calloused hands running havoc on my body. It was always a tangled up mess of needing to feel each other, and needing to feel something.

"Lie down." Harry whispers into my mouth. The kiss was getting rougher and rougher by the seconds. It was the idea of having each other fully to ourselves. I wasn't anybody else's and he wasn't somebody's one night stand anymore.

I obey instantly and I lay down on my neatly made bed. By now, I have completely forgotten that my clothes are still soaking wet from the rain. But did it really matter that they were wet?