"Emma, will you be my girlfriend?" His voice came out shaky, his breathtaking eyes holding both fear, and hope. My heart was racing at a ridiculous pace, as I began to nod my head frantically. I connected my lips with his again and felt him smile against them.

"Yes.." I mumbled against his lips, running my fingers through his curly hair. "Yes I'll be your girlfriend, Harry." I smiled wide as I pulled away to look at his face. He look relieved and scared, which was understandable. His face eventually split into a wide grin and I couldn't stop the butterflies from erupting in my stomach. I truly can't remember the last time I've ever felt this happy. We both knew we couldn't just be friends, but I never expected Harry to actually agree with dating. My feelings for him have become so strong that it was to the point where I'd rather have him as whatever we were, then to not have him at all. I fight back the urge to ask him if this is what he truly wants as well, and to know he's not just doing it to make me happy. But as much as I want to ask him, I'm afraid to find out the answer.

"Since this date didn't work out, how about you let me take you on a proper one? Just us." He gave me a soft smile as he loosened his grip around me.

I nodded my head and crawled out of his lap, returning to my seat. I leaned my head against the window and watched each car as they passed by. The ride was silent, other than the soft music playing low. My mind was flooding with a hundred different things. My day had begun so perfectly, waking up in Harry's arms and soaking in his playful mood. It all seemed too good to be true once we showed up to this date, having it turn out absolutely horrible. Now here I am, sitting in his car, happier than ever. My feelings grew stronger each minute I spent with him, and I'd be lying if I said that didn't scare me. I felt him reach for my hand, before intertwining his fingers with mine. I turned my head and looked down at our hands, before looking up at him. His eyes softened as a shy smile took over his lips, before turning his head to look back at the road. He gently squeezed my hand, and I had to bite down on my lip to stop myself from grinning like an idiot.

"What are you thinking?" He asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

He began to pull into an empty lot that was not far from the most breathtaking view I think I have ever seen. I scanned my eyes ahead, taking in the sky that was lit with the most gorgeous colour, which reflected onto the lake just below it. I scanned my eyes down the boardwalk and could see a large restaurant at the far end of it. I brought my eyes over to Harry and slowly shook my head.

"This is perfect." My voice came out a whisper as I looked into his eyes. A huge grin spread across his face before he slid out of the car, walking around to my door. Once he opened the door, his lips were gently pressed against mine. He briefly leaned his forehead against mine before taking my hand and pulling me out of the car. He stuffed his keys in his back pocket and lead us to the start of the boardwalk.

"I really don't know what you're doing to me, Emma." His voice came out soft, but I felt his eyes burn into the side of my face.

"I can say the same to you.." I started, leaning my body in closer to his side. "I don't think I've ever been this happy." I turned my head and looked into a pair of emerald eyes that were filled with so much passion.

"I know that I've screwed up in the past, and I may not have the best temper..." He gave me a lazy smile. "But I do know that you mean a lot to me." He paused. "I don't want to lose you, Emma."

I could tell he felt uncomfortable since he wasn't used to this. His eyes darted to the ground as a small shade of pink took over his cheeks. It was weird seeing Harry like this, not that I didn't like it. It was just a huge change from his normal confident self. I stopped walking and placed both of my hands on his face, pecking his lips.

"Mm, well it's a good thing I'm not that easy to get rid of.." I giggled, wrapping my arm around his waist before walking again.

His arm draped over my shoulder, helping to keep me warm. I watched as the sun that was slowly disappearing, hit off his face. Every feature of his was defined underneath the sunlight, his eyes the lightest shade of green I've seen. His curls were pushed back, and his pink lips were to die for. I watched as he smiled to himself, his dimples showing perfectly. I don't know how I ever got so lucky. Although I've been told I'm pretty, I've never believed it. I've never actually believed it until now. I've had the worst self confidence since I could remember. I know I'm not bad looking, but it's society that makes you feel bad about yourself. Whenever someone complements me, I always find a way of turning it down. Being surrounded by pretty girls everyday is what starts the doubts, but I think we all have to eventually realize that we're all beautiful in our own way. Harry has helped me with that more than he knows. I finally feel comfortable in my own skin and I couldn't thank him more. The more time I spend with him, the more my feelings become foreign. I have had feelings for other guys in my past, but never have I experienced something so unfamiliar. When Harry had stopped talking to me in the summer, I had thought about him every single day for that entire month. The night after the party, when I saw him pull up to me in his car, I thought my heart was going to explode. I was overwhelmed, with both good, bad, and scared feelings. If this was just a crush, I wouldn't be feeling these things. I could spend an entire day with him, and start to miss him the minute we part. I love the sound of his laugh. His smile. How smart he his. The way that he makes me feel. The way he treats me so perfectly. The way he's sometimes too overprotective. I was in love with him.

I suddenly felt his body tense, and when I turned around to see him, he looked like he had gotten winded in the stomach. All colour was drained from his face and his body was as still as a statue.

"Harry, what's wrong?" I took a step towards him, just to see him take a step back.

"You just said..." His voice was weak, his head slowly shaking. I had said it outloud. I had said that I was in love with him out loud.


Harry's P.O.V
I felt like I had just got punched in the stomach, I couldn't fucking breath. At first, I didn't think that I heard her right, but now, as I watch her face pale, I know that I did.

"No.." Her voice came out panicked. "No, no.. I didn't mean to.. I didn't realize.." She continued to take small steps towards me. "Harry, please ignore it.. I can't lose you, I.."

"Ignore it?" My voice broke. "You expect me to ignore the fact that you…" I ran my fingers through my hair, stepping as far away from her as I could. I had just asked her to be my girlfriend, which was hard enough. I shook my head to get her repeating words away. I watched as the tears started to pour down her face. I didn't want to walk away, I really didn't want to, but my feet were telling me different. I should be happy to hear those words come out of her mouth, but what have I done to make her feel this way? I've done nothing but treat her like shit. I know my feelings for her are strong, I've never been so interested in anyone like I am with Emma. I think my feelings for her are just as strong as hers are for me, so why am I not comforting her and telling her that I love her too? My feet continue to step away from her as I slowly watch her break down in front of me.

"I'm sorry Harry.. I didn't mean too.." She sobbed. "Please don't leave me again.." Her voice came out barely a whisper. Although I've become best at running away, I couldn't let the girl I loved slip away from me.


Emma's P.O.VMy body was shaking, I don't think I've ever felt this much pain and rejection in my entire life. To see Harry completely lost and broken from my words hurt me more than anyone could ever know. I felt pathetic as I stood here and cried, begging for him to not leave me, I'd leave if I were him too. He was afraid to have feelings for me, and when he finally accepted those feelings and got comfortable I had to scare him off again. Love. Love is a big word, and as hurt as I am right now, I wouldn't take my words back. Through my blurry vision, I could see a tall figure walking towards me. I felt his arms wrap around me, holding me tight as I sobbed into his chest. I couldn't control my tears, once they started, they wouldn't stop. I wrapped my arms around his stomach and held on for dear life. I couldn't lose him, I couldn't let that happen again. His long fingers ran through my hair, comforting me as he held me even closer to his body.

"Emma.." His voice cracked, as he attempted to lift my chin. I shook my head and hid my face in his chest, I was too embarrassed. This was humiliating, and I still couldn't stop my tears from running.

"Emma baby…" His voice came out strained, forcing me to look up. When I met his eyes, his brows were furrowed together and his eyes were glossy. His lips were pressed into a straight line before he took my face in his hands. He closed the space between our faces, and his lips moved slowly against mine. I could feel the intense emotion between us, as I tasted both mine and his tears. He kissed me one last time before his warm breath hit my ear, as he whispered

"I love you too, more than anything."