Use Me
Chapter 18
Autumn's P.O.V
"Here." I offered, jumping off Harry's back. "You've been carrying me for nearly ten minutes."
My feet touched the hard, concrete, and Harry streached out his back.
"Where are we going?" I asked, quite suspicious.
"No where, really...Just wandering around."
"Okay?" I phrased in more of a question.
We walked down a long sidewalk, and then turned into a path that went through the woods.
"I used to walk down here when I was younger." Harry said, avoiding all eye contact.
I didn't reply. I just took in all the wonderful scenery. Birds were zipping through the sky, singing songs that could make satan himself be silenced.
"There is a tree somewhere around here. I built a house out of wood up at the top of it with my Dad." Harry said those words, not looking at me.
"How old were you?"
"Seven or Eight."
I giggled. "Little Haz."
No more words were spoken after that. We just wandered through the trails, and I took in the beautiful nature surrounding me.
"There." Harry pointed up in the air.
I was awe-struck by the large treehouse up at the peak of a large tree. I immediatly turned into a little child. I grabbed Harry's hand, and pulled him up the lader and into the treehouse. I opened up the hatch in the floow and peered inside.
I was amazed at how large it was. There were two windows on three sides of the room, and then a door on the far side. Still holding onto Harry's hand, I wandered over to the door, and attemped to open it. The door wouldn't budge.
"It won't open." I said.
"Here." Harry offered. He let go of my hand, and jiggled the doorknob. The door then immediatly swung open.
I looked down at my hand, embarrassed that I forgot that I was still holding it. I could feel my face turning a vibrant shade of red. I looked up and saw that his was, too. I walked through the doorway, and we landed on an open porch. I walked over to the rails. We were in the highest tree in the forest. When you looked around, you were taller than the birds, it felt like you were actually touching the sky.
"It's been forever since I've been up here." Harry said. I swear I could see his eyes slowly filling up with tears. I sat down on the cold ground, and brushed away all the fallen leaves.
Harry smirked a bit, giving me a glare like i was crazy, but soon caved in, and took a seat on the ground next to me.
The wind whisped our hair around, but the breeze was warm and welcoming, not cold and crisp.
I tucked my head between my knees, to keep my hair from vblowing around my face.
"I know you don't believe me, but I'm sorry." Harry said, looking away from me.
"I know." I mumbled.
"And I miss you more than anything." Harry whispered.
"Things happen for a reason, Harry." I said, finally looking into his eyes. "I'm tired of this cat and mouse game. I love you, then I don't, then I love you, then I don't. I want to just be friends, but I can't bear just being friends with the person I've loved my whole life." A tear slipped down my eye, and stained my shirt.
"You love me?" Harry asked.
"Of course I do. I always have. But I just hate you for it."
Harry laughed, but at the same time, started crying.
"It's all my damn fault." He said, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"I know it is..." I said, not meaning to sound that harsh.
"Yeah..."
Without thinking, I rested my head on Harry's shoulder.
"Let's give it a shot...I can't bear the thought of being without you." I said.
"Really?"
"Yeah, just don't mess it up."
Harry leaned in and kissed me.
Was I making the right decission? If I wasn't then I would leave him for good. Never see him again, but for right now, he was one of the only people I had...
**GAHHHH!!!! I HAVE A GOOD EXCUSE, I SWEARRR!!!! SOOO, I WAS BOMBARDED WITH HOMEWORK BEFORE BREAK, SO I COULDN'T WRITE, AND THEN DURRING BREAK, WE HAD TO GIVE OUR LAPTOPS AWAY, SO I COULDN'T WRITE, AND THEN WHEN WE GOT OUR LAPTOPS BACK, IT WOULDN'T LET ME SIGN INTO THIS ACCOUNT. SO I HAD TO GO ON THE MOBILE SITE, CHANGE THE PASSOWRD, COME ON HERE ON THE REAL SITE, AND THEN CHANGE IT BACKKK! I'M SOOOO SORRY! HATE MEEEE!!!!!! xx- Bailey
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