‘Harry I couldn’t ask a favour could I?’ I looked at his with a warily smile. He placed his hand on my thigh and looked into my eyes; it was almost as if he was looking into my soul. ‘Anything beautiful’ his smirk turning into a remarkably handsome smile. ‘could you pick me up later, so I could go and get Mim before we catch the train?’ he didn’t need to say anything as he just sat there with a smile on his face. He nodded and his curly locks flung forward. he got out of the car and walked around to me. He held my hand helping me out of the car. He walked me into the hotel reception and placed a kiss onto my cheek. I began to walk to my room, harry was still following me. I turned around and he smiled. ‘Harry you wait here I can get ready on my own I don’t mind’ my pace beginning to quicken, a large hand grabbed my arm. ‘I can’t let you do that, I don’t know why I just can’t’ I yanked my arm out of his touch and ran up the stairs. Harry was still following me I rummaged through my bag for my key. When I finally found my key. I ran straight in, stop the door and sank down at the base. What’s happening one minute I’m I a intimate moment with the guy of my dreams then the next I’m running away from him. Is this what I want what happens if he wants more than just a friendship. As my thoughts were confusing me I decided to freshen up. I ran the shower until it was the right temperature; I retrieved my towel from the cupboard and undressed. The hotness of the shower was relaxing it was like it was running all of the confusion out of me. I felt the same as I did before just more certain on what I wanted. I’m going to get Mim and head straight to the train station. As I wrapped a towel around my figure the excess water in my hair dripped down my face. I looked at myself in the mirror, not being bothered to apply any make-up. Walking In the room unaware of harry presence outside of my door. I began to dress wearing skin tight jeans, a fitted top and my favourite leather jacket. My hair had dried leaving the natural curls in. I packed all of my and Mim’s belongings in my bag and went to leave when harry began to knock on the door. ‘Ali, Ali let me in. let me in now!’ harry was banging on the door and the tone of his voice was quite aggressive. ‘Harry I’ll be out in a minute, let me just do the washing up’ in no time at all I was interrupted by harry continuously banging on the door. Focusing more on harry than the sharp object I was washing I cut my hand, which gushed with blood. ‘Ouch ouch ouch ouch’ I cried out as more blood oozed out than expected. Before I knew it harry was already in my room, he ran over to me at the sink and his eyes were full of worry. He reached for the first aid kit and cleaned up my wound before dressing it. ‘I knew something like this would happen you should have let me in when I said’ his eyes turning darker. As I yelped as I moved my hand he kissed my wound, looking at me calmly. ‘Oh god its past 11, I’ve missed my train. There’s not another one until morning. I need to go book another room’. Harry's eyebrows rose as an idea occurred in his thoughts. ‘You and Emilia could stop at mine I have a guest room, it’ll save you money and ill drive you home tomorrow’. How could I say no to harry generous offer I mean he was willing to put me and my bonkers best friend up for the night I couldn’t resist. Harry picked up the heavy luggage and followed me out of the room.