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Chapter Twenty-Four | Back to the Bridge

After finally getting back home, I flopped down on the couch in the living room. But Shaun, Sam, Will, and Elijah were gaping at me.

"What?" I asked.

"You're," Shaun paused to look for the right word. "Pretty."

"Wow, thanks." I told him, my voice showing more sarcasm than I intended.

I hadn't gotten my hair cut or anything, but they styled it into loose curls and the lady showed me different ways to style it better. And then they did my makeup all out. I had to admit, I did like the red lipstick they put on me.

"Oh, Lou called," Will began, turning back to the TV. "Her plans tonight were cancelled, so she no longer needs your services."

I was actually kind of upset by this. Harry was supposed to come over to help me babysit her. But now that she wasn't coming over, was Harry? I could call him, but I tossed my phone in one of my overflowing shopping bags and trying to dig it out without dumping everything all over the floor was impossible. Would it be weird to just walk to his house? Probably, but I've done weirder...

I went upstairs and dug through the new outfits Alyssa had insisted I try on and buy. She actually persuaded me to like the clothes on me. I flung clothes all over my bed until I found my phone. I grabbed it, stuffed it in my pocket and went back downstairs, yelling to my brothers that'd I'd be back later before shutting the door. I jogged to my car and got in. I drove down the street to Harry's. His house was pretty decent. About the size of mine, maybe. But his had beige-ish paint, while mine was white.

"I really hope he's home." I whispered to myself before getting out of the car and slamming the door shut.

 I stared at the house before walking down the short driveway to the door. I rang the doorbell and stepped back, waiting for someone to answer. A girl with Harry's eyes and her hair in a fishtail braid answered the door with a sweet smile.

"Hello." she greeted.

"Um, is Harry here?" I asked.

"You sure you're looking for Harry?" she questioned, pulling her eyebrows together. "I think you're thinking of Mar-"

"Gemma," Harry said, appearing behind who was apparently his sister. He looked at me and one corner of his mouth pulled up, showing off his dimple. "She knows."

"Oh," she nodded and smiled again. "Well, I'm Gemma, Harry's sister."

"Rosie." I said, returning the smile and shook the hand Gemma had offered. But I couldn't help but noticed Harry was still staring at me with that same smirk.

Right, I probably look a little different.

"I'm glad he finally told someone other than Liam and Tom," she began. "They're the only real friends he's ever had, actually. And it's nice to finally have a girl around him too. He's never trusted any girl. Not even that Perrie chick."

"Alright, sister dearest, that's enough," Harry said, putting his large hand over her mouth and gently moving her out of the way. He stood in the doorway, leaning against it with his arms folded. "I'd say you look beautiful, but what else is new?"

I felt my face redden and I tried to cover my face in my hair. "Thanks." I mumbled.

"So I'm assuming you're not here to show me your new makeover, eh?"

"I heard Lou cancelled, but I was hoping you would still be up to hanging out?"

"Definitely," he smiled, grabbing his jacket from behind the door and walking out, shutting the door behind him. He led me to my car, but brought me over to the passenger side. "Do you mind if I drive?"

I just shook my head and slid into the passenger seat after he opened the door. He closed it and went around to the driver's side and buckled in before backing out of the driveway. He headed down the street, playing with the radio.

 We didn't say much during the car ride. Harry had grabbed my hand with one of his while he kept the other on the steering wheel and I had to look the other way so he wouldn't see me blushing and smiling like an absolute dumbass.

I started to notice the way he was taking me looked very familiar, but I couldn't tell where we were going. It wasn't until houses were becoming more scarce and we reached the edge of town that I realized he was taking me back to Leaper's Bridge.

He parked my car in the same spot I'd parked it rushing here to save his ass. We got out and met at the hood of my car. He took my hand before we walked to the bridge. We sat down with our legs between the guardrails so they dangled over the edge. We gripped the bars as we looked out at the flowing water below us. The memories flooded in my head and I tried desperately to push them back before I lost it.

"Why are we here?" I finally asked.

"I always come here to think." he replied easily, as if nothing had happened here before.

"Even after what happened?" I questioned.

"Rosie, that was both the best and worst day of my life," he told me, turning his head to look at me. I gave him a funny look and he chuckled. "Let me explain. Yes, I almost died, which made it the worst. But I also found out how much you cared even though I wasn't who you thought I was. You jumped for me, not for Marcel. And that's what makes it the best."

"That's cheesy." I giggled.

"But it's also true," he told me, looking into my eyes. "And speaking of caring about people for who they really are, please tell me this new look of yours isn't for me."

"You don't like it?"

"No, no, I think you look beautiful. I always do. But I don't want you changing for me."

"Alyssa talked me into it. I can't say I hate what they did to me, but I also feel indifferent about it."

"Whatever you decide to do, I think you'll always look lovely."

I could feel myself blushing so I shook my head for my hair to fall in front of my face. He put his arm around my waist and pulled my torso closer to him.

"Rosie, look at me." he said softly.

The way he said it almost drew me to him. I turned my head and looked into his green eyes. The eyes that had always been hid behind his glasses. They looked deep into my own. It felt like they were getting closer. Wait, they were. They began to close and mine did the same. And soon, his lips were on mine. Softly, but still passionate somehow. By the time he pulled away, I was gasping for air. I had forgotten to breathe. Figures.

"See, this bridge isn't so bad." he smirked.

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Okay, I know I literally haven't updated anything in like, 2 weeks but my creativity has sucked asshole. Plus I'm starting school tomorrow so that means less updating. :c

But on the bright side, there's a trailer that I made for the story which you can check out here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WABD18Q1G7Y

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