Imagine part 32//
"You ready?" Harry's raspy voice asked when I was finishing the last touches of my makeup. I smiled and nodded, not letting a word slip through my lips. I hadn't slept so well in forever. It was strange. For the first time ever since my mom left, the nightmare dissappeared. "You don't need all that makeup you know", he said and gave me a smile before I took his hand and walked to the front door with him. "Harry you made my nightmare disappear last night.. I-I didn't have one and I always have one", I said as I put my jacket on. He smiled and pulled me closer to his body. "You feel safe with me", he said and gave me a smirk. I shook my head and playfully hit his arm. "Come on, you don't want to be late for your show", I said and held out my hand. He gladly took it and once we got out the flashes were already there. "Do they ever get tired..", I mumbled irritated as we got in the car. Harry let out a small giggle and held my hand as he hit the has pedal. "By the way.. My mom is coming next week for christmas, I told her about you.. She knows it's a set up and stuff don't worry.. But uhm yeah, I told her that I liked you", he said looking away again. He always did that when he was saying something that involved his feelings. I placed my other hand on top of his, making him look at me. "I'm looking forward to it", I whispered as I ran my thumb over his hand. "Damn it", Harry mumbled when we arrived. I looked confused at him. "Looks like Marcus is here", Harry said and pointed to the entrance of the arena. I sighed and took a deep breath. "I'm not letting go of your hand", Harry said once he took it and held it tight. "I know", I mumbled when I knew he was afraid I would go back to Marcus. That's the thing though. No matter how bad I knew Harry could be, I felt a stronger connention than I ever did with Marcus. Harry was dangerous and being with him was challenging, I knew things would be rough. I know fights will come, and we'll yell at eachother, but I knew he was a great person. "Harry?" I asked once we got in, wondering why he was still holding my hand so tight. Marcus just looked at us, but I knew he was behind us, I could hear his voice. "I'm still not letting go", Harry said sounding a little harsh. "I don't want you to", I whispered as we made out way to find the other boys.//
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