SARAH'S POV-
As soon as the concert was finished I leapt up out of my seat to find Harry. I couldn't wait any longer.
I ran backstage, flashing the security guards my pass as I crossed them.
I turned the corner onto a long corridor accidentally bumping into some crew, making them drop their tools.
"I'm so sorry!" I shout, attempting to help them pick the stuff up. I think I just made it worse.
"Sarah!" I hear someone shout my name. Harry.
I spun round and he was walking towards me at the other end of the corridor.
His hair was a mess from the show and I just wanted to run my fingers through it. His face was straight, not knowing how I was feeling. I stood up and started walking to towards him too. I slowly broke into a huge grin, copying Harry's facial expressions. He knew my answer.
I ran the short distance towards him and he open up his arms. I leapt into them as he wrapped them around me, picking me up off the ground. His hands held the bottom of my back as he spun me round. His head snuggled into my neck and I tightened my lock around his. I didn't want to let go.
Tears started brimming in my eyes so I closed them, not wanting to cry.
Eventually Harry put me down but we still didn't let go. My hands rested at the back of his neck, his on the small of my back.
"So what is your answer? Do you forgive me? For everything?" Harry asked hopeful.
Instead of answering, my lips find his. The kiss was powerful and needy, and I realised just how much I'd missed the feel of his lips. It soon turned passionate and we got a little carried away until someone coughed behind us. Everyone was stood there awkwardly. But Harry still didn't stop looking at me.
"I'll take that as a yes," he chuckles.
A single tears drops onto my cheek. "Why are you crying?" He asks concerned.
"I'm just so happy right now! You're so worth it Harry, and I'm so sorry how horrible that must've made you feel," I tell him smiling.
"You were worth the fight," he smiles back, his forehead touching mine.
