Don't let me go

"It's nice to meet you, Sara. I'm Harry." Sara smirked, "Likewise... so... um... are we gonna get going?" Harry snapped out of his trance, "Oh, yeah.." he laughed nervously and put the car in reverse, slowly backing out of the parking place. She still didn't know why she trusted him. Looking around the nice car, she thought of ways she could possibly escape, if he were actually a rapist or something. That would really suck. Sara glanced to the side to take a look at him. His handsome face was set into a determined, stern frown, with his jaw set forward. Harry noticed she was looking at him from the corner of his eye, but he didn't show it. She put her chin in her right hand and wedged her elbow in the door, looking out the window. Harry couldn't help but watch her. She was so graceful and beautiful, yet cute and dorky at the same time. She rolled down her window slightly, her hair was flying out of her face. Sara put both of her hands in her lap politely and looked back at Harry, seeing his head turn just in time. She sighed a little and noticed they were close, "We're almost there." she smiled at him slightly, as he returned the smile with a cheeky grin of his own. Ugh, there went her heart again. She was definitely going to have to get that checked out or something. It wasn't natural. They went into her neighborhood, right when they were about to pass her house she pointed to it, the only blue house in the whole neighborhood. Harry swerved into the driveway and parked, turning the car off. They sat in silence for a few moments, "You should come in for some coffee or something." "It's 2 in the morning." "Then just stay the night." she blurted out accidentally. Harry's expression went from flat to slightly confused, "You want me to... stay here? With you?" Sara forced her head to nod up and down. "Y-yes." "Okay." "Really?" "What's the worst that could happen?" Harry smiled at her. He opened his door and stepped out of the car, while Sara did the same on the other side. She waved for him to follow her, up the stairs to her small house. She fiddled with the keys for a few seconds and dropped them. "Damn." She bent down and realized her face was right in front of Harry's crotch, the thought made her blush as she stood up. She got her key and unlocked the door, her hands shaking slightly. Sara walked in and turned on the lights, revealing a small apartment. "This is.... uh...." Harry hit his lip thoughtfully. "Bad. I know." she finished for him. "It's not bad. Don't say that." "Look, I know it is. You don't have to lie to me." She couldn't help it. It was the only place she could afford after her parents basically kicked her out. because of their divorce. She was all alone, ans her friends had left her. Up until George no one had paid her much attention. At all. She didn't even realize she was sobbing until she felt two warm arms wrap around her. Harry put his chin on her head,"It's okay. It's okay." He kissed the top of her head, trying to make her feel better. She gripped the front of his shirt, and cried harder into it. After crying for a while, she wiped her cheeks. "I'm sorry. I'm just a failure." "Aww, you're definitely not a failure, love." Harry stroked her hair gently while she sobbed. A fee moments later after she kept repeating that she was a failure Harry slipped his finger under her delicate chin and tilted upwards. "You.... are not a failure. Do you hear me? You may have gone through terrible things, and had a horrible life, but things will only get better, know that." He leaned down slightly, and slowly, as he pressed his soft lips onto hers, taking in a light breath through his nose and putting his hand on the back of her neck, holding her close to him.

Notes

Hey guys, in the next chapter, do.you want me to uh... make them do the "dirty"? Or keep it clean and sweet? Leave your comments below and subscribe! xx