The Bad Boy’s Girl

Sarah's pov

harry still had me in his arms, he seemed to relax a little after a while, I felt safe and secure.


The the lights had began to run on and I noticed that the end credits were going up the screen. The screen had finally turned black and shut off and we were the only two in the theatre.

I had awkwardly moved myself from our of his arms, looking up at him.

"Do you usually watch the end credits?" He said with a slight smile.

"No." I said grabbing the bag of popcorn and the rest of my drink. Harry had stood up after I had and brushed himself off. Grabbing drink as well, we walked down the stairs. I started noticing I was tired from yawning, after movies I always get sleepy. It always seems to be dark at night after movies as well.

"Did you like it?" He questioned as we went through the doors walking into the hall of the whole movie place.

"It was so beautiful." I gushed.

Harry didn't comment after that, he just walked silently next to me. Harry has seemed somewhat very nice to me tonight, maybe he could change? I wonder If he noticed it as well, the slight change that was in him. It was probably only for tonight.


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"anything else you want to do while the night is still young?" He asked me, his eyes were still focused on the road.

"I-" I had began to speak, but then I stopped. "anything but a party would be fine."

"And what is better than partying?" He asked me,

"anything." I simply said.

"Like?" He said softly.

"Swimming." I said thinking. "Picnics."

"Sounds so lame." He rolled his eyes.

I smile at his reaction. "Everything is always lame to you."

"Not true." Harry pointed out and stopped at a stop light.

"What interest you?" I asked him softly.

"A lot of things." He said and then licked his lips. "Parties, music, football, and girls."

I nodded my head at his answers. he spoke again soon. "Do you have any tattoos?"

"No, do you?" I asked him and shouldn't have asked him because it was obvious he did, they are all over his arm.

"Yes, I have enough tattoos." He said with a smile.

"I see," I wkile back. "I always wanted a tattoo."

"Sarah Walker wants a tattoo? What a coincidence." He chuckled.

"yes, I want one. They arent that bad." I said.

"Let's go and get you a tattoo then?" He asked with a smile that showed his dimples. I adored them so much. Too much actually.

"How about, no?" I said. The light had turned green and he had began to drive again.

"one day." He said softly.

"One day." I agreed.

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