Take My Hand

Harry's POV

I'm surprised she hugged me back, I gave her a tight squeeze, and then she pulled away. She was smiling at the ground oh the irony. I knew she didn't want me to help her before, but if I just followed her to make sure she's okay, just for my own sake, that wouldn't be so bad, not creepy at all... I gave her the directions to a bed and breakfast and then she walked away. I waited a minute before following her. About two minutes into walking aka following her, the sun began to set. I hope I wouldn't lose her in the darkness, so I decided to text her.

"Hey love it's Harry, yes THE HARRY, the incredible handsome Harry that you couldn't stop thinking of ever since you landed your eyes on me. Text me back. XX"

I left her with her with the needy feeling of having to know how I got her number. I saw her pull out her phone and giggle to herself. She must've read it a few times before answering. About three minutes later, she replied, " Umm sorry I don't think I know any incredibly handsome Harrys who is this and how'd you get my number?"

See I know how to play the game, but this doesn't prove i'm a womanizer, it just goes to show how women are predictable. I answered her back right away, " If I'm not mistaken you met a very fit young lad on the train today, by the name of Harry and I believe when you fell asleep on his muscular arm, he programmed his number into your phone, and sent himself a text so he can save yours."

I saw her pull out her phone again and soon enough i got a text saying, "invasion of privacy much? You know that can probably get you fined, or into some deep trouble mister "

I knew exactly what to respond, " well your worth breaking the law. XX." I didn't have to see her face to know she was blushing.

"Well you never know, one day I may just have to represent you." She answered

"well one day you might and I know that day you will look incredibly sexy in a business suit, I have no doubt you'll find a way, to make something that looks so drab, look incredibly hot." I texted her back almost instantly.

Suddenly she was no longer in my view. I looked around seeing if I can spot her out but it was no luck, it was dark out now. I turned my flashlight app on my phone on, but I didn't spot out her maroon skirt anywhere. i must've distracted her with my texts, and she must've followed the wrong directions and made the wrong turn. I started to panic. So I texted her, " By the way are you okay with the directions and everything I just want to make sure your safe." I stared at my screen for five minutes and no response. I began running.

Raquel POV

I don't know how to feel about Harry having my number, I mean I should be happy because, obviously he is gorgeous there is no denying that, but I got a vibe from him, very ' been there, done that.' Plus, how am i supposed to be an independent woman, when right when I get out of my last relationship, I'm in a new one. I can't rely on a boy to always be there fir me, i Can't become co- dependent i wouldn't become co-dependent. I looked up from my phone, realizing I had no idea were i was. I looked at the street sign and realized it wasn't on the list of directions that Harry gave me . I must've made a wrong turn when I was texting him, see men are always the problem. Suddenly my phone lit up with a new message from him asking if i was alright. What because i'm a woman I don't know how to navigate my way around? I don't need his help i can figure this out by myself. So i locked my iPhone, before slipping it into my pocket. I turned around and began to retrace my steps, using the direction's Harry wrote down for me on a piece of paper for reference. So I was almost back on track, see I didn't need a man. I pulled out my phone to check the time, my phone rad 7:53. I also had 17 texts from Harry and 3 missed calls and a voicemail, left by guess who? Harry. He sounded nervous and panicky. I decided to text him, yeah I was little confused before, but I'm close, i'm 96% sure i'm on the right path. I tried to sound vague, not wanting to admit to needing his help, not wanting to admit i was lost. I was now in a creepy alley way, the last place you would want to be when lost, when no one knows were you really are. Suddenly i heard footsteps behind me, they were to heavy to be a girls.

I turned around, I was no longer alone in this alleyway, standing in front of me, was a familiar face, one that just sat next to me for an hour.

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