Chapter 6

                                    

                                          
Im in my room trying to make it look nice, when I hear. "Louis you have a visitor." From my mom.
                          
I take a deep breath knowing its Harry. I run downstairs before I see Harry looking pretty as ever. I nod towards my mum and she smiles and walks into another room. "Hi!" Harry says shyly. 
                          
"Hi. So lets go up to my room." He nods and I pull him upstairs. 
                          
He stops in the middle of the room and looks around. I have nothing special. Its a typical teenage bedroom. Posters of my favorite football players and old bands. Then I have a light blue comforter on my bed. And the walls are painted navy blue. He sits down on my bed and I jump onto it pulling my laptop onto my lap. 
                          
"Okay so got any ideas for the peom?" Harry asks. I talked to Mrs. Gates and she said we could just do one poem if we couldn't figure out a to put two together.
                          
"Yeah I wrote this one last night. It kinda just came to me...I guess" I say while pulling up a paper on my laptop.
                          
"When blue met green
                          
green met blue
                          
the two a hidden love
                          
one not even they knew,
                          
but it still fought
                          
for them to see that
                          
when green met blue
                          
a love was made true.."
                          
I look up at Harry and see him with a satisfied smile. "What?" He shakes his head. "Your not one of those people that make me do all the work." I become confused.
                          
"Do people do that to you?" He looks away. "Um..yeah, I'm the smartest person in the school, so they make me do their homework and when we have partners, I do all the work."
                          
He looks down as I frown. How could people just use him? I lightly grab his chin and pull up his head. "I wouldn't do that.." He nods and I lean in a little. 
                          
He just stares at me and swallows. Im guessing that's a good sigh, if hes not making me stop. Right?...I cup his cheek and I'm so close to his lips when...
                          
"BOOBEAR, I MADE SOME SNACKS FOR YOU AND YOUR FRIEND!" I jump back and yell back at my mom. "Mum, DONT CALL ME THAT.."
                          
Harry smiles his small smile. "Boobear?" I groan. "Yes..ever since a was a baby shes called me that.." 
                          
Usually when my mum calls me boobear, I absolutely hate it. But it rolls off Harry's tongue so well. I really wouldn't mind him calling me that more aften. No offense mum!..
                          
"Come on lets go get some snacks before my mum yells at me again." Harry laughs quietly and I'm suddenly determined to make laugh as loud as he can.
                          
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An hour later me and Harry are looking at random things on
                          
 instagram. 
                          
I look over as he has that small smile on his face. I swallow as our eyes meet. His green eyes pull me in and suddenly I'm only a few centimeters away from his face. "Can I..kiss you?" 
                          
He swallows and nods slowly and I lean in very slowly and carefully, before gently pressing my lips to his. We don't move though. We just sit and I enjoy the sparks that run down my spine. I make a huge move and move my lips against his gently. Hes hesitant but slowly moves his lips along after awhile. I kiss him gently deepening the it and wrap my arms around his torso. He puts his hand on my neck and caresses it carefully.
                          
I pull back slowly and look into his eyes. He leans back. "W-why me?" Im a little surprised by the question but I know exactly how to answer. 
                          
"Because you deserve to be loved and I don't think I could stop myself if I tried." He looks down at my words.
                          
"But who could ever love a boy who get bullied, has no mother or father, cuts an-" He slaps his hand over his mouth his head shooting up.
                          
My eyes widen. "Harry, you-you cut?" He sighs.
                          
Harry-
                          
I sigh and nod, ready to let someone else know my secret. "C-Can I see?" I look over at the wall then at my arms and finally into his shes. 
                          
There full of love and worry. Maybe he does care about me. Maybe he want s to help? Maybe he can help. Maybe its not to late. Maybe..
                          
Maybe he can help me from the dark..
                          
Hope you guys are enjoying the story so far. I cant believe I'm only six chapters ob and already have over 200 read and over 30 votes. I love you guys! 
                          
~Shari!! xx