I look aroud here, and I must admit that it's beautiful. Especially looking at the stars:
-It's so peaceful in here-I say and he sits up
-Yeah, I know, I tend to go here when I'm stressed or angry
-Oh, you must come here a lot of times then-I say and he laughs.
We stay there a few more minutes, but when I look at the time on my phone, I see that's it's already 10PM:
-Harry, we should go-I say and he nods.
We climb off of the car and get in the car.
Harry starts driving and suddenly I hear a familiar voice playing on the radio and I quicky turn the volume up, revealing 'Lovely' from Billie Eilish and Harry groans:
-Harry, could you not?-I say and he rolls his eyes.
A few minutes pass and Harry says:
-So, Louis is going to do a party this weekend, are you coming?
-No, I can't, sorry, I'm gonna visit my mom-I say and he nods
-You really like your mom-he says and I nod
-She's the only person I have left-I mumble
-What?
-Huh? Uh, nothing.
Harry doesn't talk about it the rest of the drive home, and when he arrives at my sidewalk, I get out and and he gets out of the car too:
-What are you doing?
-Being a gentleman-he says and I giggle.
I unlock my door, and before I could enter my house, Harry puts his arms around my waist and pulls me into a hug:
-You don't have just your mom left, I'm here too-he mumbles and I feel my eyes welling up with tears.
We pull away and I mumble a quick 'goodbye' and enter my house.
I lean my back against the door and smile.
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Harry's POV
She enters her house and I stand there smiling.
Maybe this can work out. But...
Should I really break things off with Britney.
Yes, of course I should, duh.
I turn around and get in my car, driving to the University, preparing myself for a good night of sleep.
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Fanfiction"-I hate you so much!- I scream at the top of my lungs. Instead of screaming back, he comes closer, puts one hand on my hip and the other hand on my cheek, and says: -Oh, but baby, you can't hate me, we are meant to be."
