His Soul

Diana's POV

It's been two weeks since the little...incident in the elevator and our communication has dropped dramatically. It has became much more awkward. Well, at least on my behalf.
I can't look at him without wondering if he is thinking back to what happened and if he found it funny and thought that I was an idiot. But the truth of the matter is that as much as I tried, I couldn't control myself and it just happened.
I was currently walking with Harry to his car that is parked in the car park next to mine. He was holding my hand gently and I was extremely nervous.

The progress of the contruction has grown quickly. When we go to visit and see how everything is going, everyone greets Harry. I guess they know him or something.
My initial thoughts were that Harry was part of a gang. He could be, after all he is into the bad things and all that.

We were on our way to the construction sight to see how everything was going.

As we pulled out onto the busy road, I flicked on the radio and 'Counting Stars' swallowed up the silence. And I stared out the window, not baring to look at Harry and suffer the embarrassment.

As the song came to a slow close, Harry pulled into a side street, which was in fact deserted. He stopped the engine before turning to face me. "We need to talk"
Oh god.
"Diana look at me", Harry spoke gently.
I slowly turned my head to face him. "What?", I asked.
"We need to talk about what happened in the elevator", he said.
"Oh god. No, can't we just forget it happened and move on instead of you torturing me for the rest of my life?", I say, shaking my head.
"Why do you always have negative impressions? I haven't said anything about it yet, so how would you know that it was going to be a bad thing?", he asked me, frowning his eyebrows down.
"Well it obviously isn't good. I can tell you think I'm an idiot", I say, looking straight ahead.
"Diana. Look. At. Me", he said slowly, pausing between each word.
I looked at him again, with a blank expression. I hadn't realized how close our faces had actually gotten. "Uhh", I say awkwardly, about to move away before Harry's hand rested on my neck gently, holding me in place.
"I enjoyed it", he whispered before kissing me gently. The kiss was different from the usual ones we shared. This one was more passionate and less forceful and desperate.
And it wasn't long either.
It was a perfect length.
Harry gently pulled away and stared into my eyes. There was something different now. The sparks had been there and I immediately felt different about him.
How could my feelings for him change so dramatically?
"I don't think you would believe me when I told you that I've fallen in love with you", he spoke, "but I have"
I was shocked. "Y-you love me?", I asked.
He slowly nodded my head. And I finally plucked up the courage to speak back, "I-I think I l-love you too?"
His eyes widened slightly and a small grew on his face.
He pressed his warm lips against mine once more and we shared a similar kiss to the previous kiss, only this time it had more love.
"You're perfect", he whispered to me.
I smiled as our noses brushed before whispering, "We have to go to the construction sight. Come on"


And as we pulled out of the street, I realized just how different my perspective of my new was. I am more positive and actually believe that I could begin a new life with Harry.

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