Still British

He, shocked, became rather infuriated. “What do you mean, why are you staring at me? Because you’re beautiful. Why?” he asked, rather angrily. “Hasn’t anybody ever told you that?” He kept ranting, and I shrunk away, his angry attitude scaring me a little. I mean, he’s kind of bigger and stronger than me, me being kind of tiny. I think he sensed this, because he calmed down in half a second. Half a second too late, but still. He looked at me.
“Baby, no! What… Where are you going? I need you! Baby… Essa… No! Don’t go!” He got louder and more frantic as he went on. I just… I had to get out of the situation. Just walk away from it, Vanessa, don’t get into an unhealthy relationship. Just go. I walked straight to the piano, and started practicing. I had to distract myself. I just sat down and began. I started with Can You Feel the Love Tonight, realized what it was, morphed into A Whole New World, thought for a moment, morphed into Go the Distance, then into some classical. After that, I felt for a new key, and composed some stuff. Suddenly, a voice filled in.
“I’ve searched the world,
Always lookin’ for you;
I’ve been around,
Tryin’ to find you.
But all that effort,
It amounts to error,
Because all it came to,
Was some crying and songs.

And I need you to know,
That I love you,
Always have.
And I need you to know,
Just the effect you have.
And I need you to know,
I looked and looked,
With all my heart.
And I need you to know,
All I need is for you to accept me,
Accept me with all your heart.

I’m still yours.
And you need to know that.
I’ve been yours,
Since our holiday on the beach.
And all I want to know is
Are you mine, too?

Because I need you to know,
That I love you,
Always have.
And I need you to know,
Just the effect you have.
And I need you to know,
I looked and looked,
With all my heart.
And I need you to know,
All I need is for you to accept me,
Accept me with all your heart.

Because I love you.”
My song finished, and I turned to see a tear stained face next to mine. He was beautiful, and mine. I loved him… But he’d scared me, and I needed to know it would be a healthy relationship. And he was still waiting for my answer. “Harry…” I started, but my voice got caught. His heart dropped, I could see it in his eyes. He started to turn away, but I pulled him back. “Harry.” I started again, with a strong and confident voice. He looked up at me, tears in his eyes. “I… I think I do love you.” His eyes lit up, but he could sense I was still holding back. “But… I need to know it’ll be a healthy relationship. I can’t get into something that will hurt me, and certainly not with you, because I could never refuse or hurt you. All I need to know is that you’ll never use your strength against me, never get mad at me over something trivial that might cause you to lose your head. Because you’re bigger, stronger, and more hot-headed than me, I need to know that this will be healthy. Safe.”
His eyes grew large, and he almost looked shocked, although I’m not sure what he expected. “You really are beautiful.” He said, and I got playfully mad.
“Does that mean you were just saying that earlier?” I questioned in a jokingly mad way. His eyes grew large, realizing how that came across.
“No, no, no. God, no! I just meant… well…” He was flustered, and I laughed at him. He looked at me, then laughed along with me. “I just meant you’re truly beautiful, inside and out. C’mere?” He asked, holding his arms out for me. I went straight into them, not caring. They were my arms, belonging to my Harry. I loved it. We walked back to my room, arm in arm, and lay down on my bed, talking. We sat like that for hours.

Notes

I'm sorry this chapter sucks, as does the song in it. And her whole irrational problem. I dunno if there's an explanation for that later in the story... maybe. I totally made up that song on the spot, so don't get super angry at me. I know it's not good! (Maybe, if I get enough requests, there would be a video of me singing/playing it. I dunno. I'm not very good, so maybe you don't want to hear it...). Thank you so much for sticking with the story, and putting up with me, for so long!
~Stormy