I didn't want to change back into the tight party dress I wore the night before so I decided to go with a pair of Harry's sweats and a sweater of his. Everything felt so comforting. His house, his clothes, his words towards me. Now all I had to do was slowly become comfortable with him. He still made me nervous as hell. I began to walk down his street, feeling Harry's big hand slip into my own. I smiled to myself as I looked ahead, watching the colourful leaves fall from the trees into big piles below. It was finally turning into my favourite season, fall. I looked over at Harry as I felt his fingers intertwining with mine. He was wearing dark jeans and a black peacoat which made me absolutely melt. I frowned a bit when I thought of what people must think. Me, in overly baggy sweatpants and sweatshirt walking hand in hand with the most attractive guy I've ever laid eyes on. I never realized how chilly it was becoming, and as if Harry could read my mind, I felt his hand drop from mine, to snake around my back. He pulled me in closer to his side, giving me a warm smile.

"Favourite colour?" I heard him ask. I smiled shyly as I realized he was trying to get to know me better.

"Burgundy." I replied.

"Favourite food?"

"Pasta."

"Mm, favourite kind of music?" I shrugged in embarrassment, as I was into the kind of artists people didn't really know of. "I'll show you sometime."

He nodded with a smile, that soon disappeared. "Do you have to get going soon?" He asked, with a sad tone in his voice. It took me a few seconds to think of something when I decided I'd tell my mom I would be staying the night at Audrey's.

I shook my head, a big smile spreading across my face. "Hey let's go back, it's getting cold."

I started to walk backwards, dragging both of his hands. He smiled and started to walk the opposite way with me, holding onto my hands tight, careful I wouldn't back into anything. Every so often he'd pull my hands back so my body would instantly fly onto his, pecking my lips softly each time. It was incredibly sweet how gentle he always was with me.

I walked up the steps to the familiar house and watched as he opened the door for me. I walked inside, feeling the instant comfort of the cute little house again. This time I decided to walk around, exploring the walls, pictures, and fireplace, running my fingers along the furniture. I turned my back and looked across the room at Harry.

"Where are your parents?" I asked, noticing how they were never home. I watched him stiffen at my question, avoiding any type of eye contact with me. I frowned, feeling bad at how one question made him look so alone and vulnerable. I walked over to him and placed both of my hands on his face. He didn't even flinch. After a few seconds, a sad smile slowly spread across his face.

"Come with me." He said.

I followed him into his bedroom, not noticing the guitar that was leaning against his wall, the night before. He sat at the edge of his bed, placing the guitar in his hands. He looked over at me as he started playing a slow sweet song. I made my way over to the bed and laid flat on my stomach, resting my chin in my hands as I watched him strum away. I tried to stop my mouth from dropping when I heard John Mayer lyrics escape his mouth. He was incredibly good, and I wasn't just saying that because I was falling for him. His voice was low and raspy, and each word he sung was filled with such emotion. He finished playing and brought his gaze back up to me. I couldn't do anything but stare back at him. He laughed quietly, hiding his embarrassment. It was cute seeing him shy, he always came off sexy and confident. I guess all it took was getting to know him. He placed the guitar down and let his back fall onto the bed. I felt a soft hand run up and down my side. I smiled as I looked over at Harry, who was staring up at the ceiling. It was scary how fast I fell from him, but I couldn't do anything about it. All I could do was hope he would eventually feel the same.

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