I stared at Harry as Flo began cutting my hair. With his hair shaved he looked so different, not at all the good looking boy who caught so many women. In fact, without his hair he didn't have that godly look I'd seen work on so many people. Sure he was still good looking, but he looked like a normal good looking guy, instead of a godly one. He caught me staring.
"Do you like it?"
"I'm not sure. I liked it better when you had hair, but I think I'll be able to cope."
He smiled and sat back to watch as my hair fell around me. I'd always wondered what I'd look like with a pixie look, so this was quite a comfortable thing for me to do. After about ten minutes Flo stepped back.
"Done!" I grabbed her mirror and checked myself out. Not bad.
"What do you think Harry?" I asked, putting down the mirror.
"You look sexy. Way sexy." I went over and sat next to him, pulling him in for a kiss.
"Alright you two, break it up!" Silas complained, changing his appearance.
"hm, Flo, what should we do to you?" Louise said. Whilst they discussed ideas, Harry motioned to me that we should go outside. I followed him, grinning.
"You really like it?" I asked, once we had shut the door.
"Come here." He took my hand and pulled me in for a kiss. His arms snaked around my waist and I felt us moulding together. This is when part of me started to retreat. Having decided that we were going to take things slow, I wasn't sure how slow to go, and even with that in mind this was too fast. I didn't want Harry and I to be another one of his flings. But the other part of me was telling me I wanted this so badly, so so badly, that I'd do anything for this holiday to be normal in order for us to slip off and enjoy ourselves. But it was Harry that made the decision. He stopped kissing me and simply took my hand again.
"Are you alright?" He asked, turning to face me.
"I'm scared, I worried and I'm tired. But apart from that, yeah, completely fine." I answered sarcastically.
"Look A, don't go off on one. It's enough with Louise and Silas falling out, we shouldn't."
"I know, I'm sorry." I hugged him and felt comforted in his arms. "Harry, what happens if no one believes us in Canada? Or if they're in on it too? What if we never find a safe place?"
"We will, don't worry about it."
"But I do worry about it. I mean, we're quite alone in this. We don't know who to trust. It's a nightmare!" I could feel myself becoming so stressed that tears were beginning to form in my eyes. "What will happen? I don't want to die!"
"A, shut up." He said fondly, and kissed me. I was indignant, but his kiss made me weak and I wrapped my arms around his neck instead of beating him off. "So, have you calmed down now?"
"Yes." I said, although it was partly a lie. My heart was now beating so fast I thought he might be able to hear it.
"Hmmm, if it makes you this quiet all the time I might have to always kiss you."
"As if you didn't want that anyway." I grinned, slipping my hand out of his and dancing away, turning back to see him grinning and chasing after me.
"I could kiss you forever." He yelled as his arms wrapped round my waist and he spun me bodily in a circle before releasing me enough so that I was allowed to face him. I laughed and kissed him, happy for the first time in a while. The shooting and all the horror vanished as I kissed his lips.
"Well, I might just have to let you." I whispered as our lips parted.