I close my locker and walk to my car.
Harry following.
When my car and his reach my house i open the door and slam my books down.

"Explain." i demand, sitting on the couch roughly. He sits down slowly next to me.
"I was with this girl, Bridget. She was my high school sweet heart and 2 years after we graduated we were living together and i was going to ask her to marry me when i figured out she had been cheating and was going to come clean about it and break up with me the night i was going to propose. Well, after i pulled out the rings she told me about the other man and when she ran away from me she had taken a gun and shot herself in front of me." he was choking on tears.
I get closer and hug him tightly.

"Harry..I'm so sorry." i say and his tears seep through my shirt.

He pulls from me.
"It's okay. I have you." he leans in to kiss me.
"Harry, what if-" His lips met mine.

"Don't hurt me the way she did, please. I love you twice as much as i did her, if you leave me i-"
"I won't leave you."

I look him in the eyes.

"Can I keep wearing these clothes though?" i joke, but i really do love the clothes.
He chuckles and his hand rubs my leg. His eyes scan my body.

"You can dress like this everyday." he smirks.

He moves in one instant and my back is laying on the couch while he straddles me.

He starts kissing my neck and jawline.
I let out a breathy moan and-
"I'm home!" my mom yells and Harry jumps off me and i shove him under the couch.

"Mom...hi. Why are you home so early?" i say frantically.
"I was wanted to tell you that we are going to Paris for Christmas vacation!" she shrieks and hugs me.

"Mom..why?"
"Just because. Plus you should be happy, there are some cute french guys." and with that my mom leaves and Harry get out and drags me by the arm outside.

"Paris.." he says kicking his feet.
"Yup...all Christmas break." i sigh.
"I hope you have fun." he walked off without giving me a kiss goodbye!