I closed my eyes and fought back the tears that were threatening to fall. I took a deep breath and opened them to see him standing there looking very confused.

"This is awkward." I finally said.

"Yeah." he responded shoving his hands into his pockets.

"But," I added, "it just has to be said. Even though I probably shouldn't, I have something to tell you."

I probably shouldn't say this

"What is it?" he asked me being his impatient self.

I took another shakey breath and stated, "God, I don't know why I'm so nervous about this." I covered my face with my hands and sighed.

But at times I get so scared

"I've just…" I trailed off.

"Just what?" you could tell he was getting annoyed as he ran his fingers threw his platinum blonde hair.

"I've just been thinking about that one time, you know, when we were kind of, I guess, together-ish."

"Yeah…"

When I think about the previous relationship we shared

"We were good together weren't we?" I asked.

"Yeah." he answered quickly. "The best."

"But…we're not, I mean, you know, together anymore."

"Yeah…"

It was awesome but we lost it

"I still care…" I whispered quietly.

"Really?" he was truly surprised.

"Yeah…I mean…how could I not?"

"I do to…you know…care."

"I know." I responded too quickly, and then added, "At least I always hoped I did."

Its not possible for me to care

I felt something wet hit my face. I looked up and stared into the sky. He followed my gaze and jumped when that same something hit him right between his eyes. We both started laughing just like we use to.

Within minutes it was pouring down rain, but we didn't move an inch from our seats in the Quidditch stands.

And now we're standing in the rain

"I have to tell you something." I stated quietly.

"What is it?" he asked in that sweet almost silent tone that I hadn't hear in weeks.

"I have to tell you this because everything is going to stay the same if I don't and I think you need to know."

"You know you can tell me anything," he said kindly, "just take a deep breath and say it."

But nothing ever gunna change until you hear, my dear

"I made a list." I told him with more confidence.

He was intrigued, "A list of what?"

"A list of seven things…" the rest of what I said was incoherent.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that."

"..things..." I sad slowly.

"Oh." he looked extremely surprised.

I pulled out a piece of parchment and began.

The seven things I hate about you

The seven things I hate about you

Oh you

"Number one: You…are unbelievably vain-"

"No I am not!" he interrupted.

"Let me finish." I hissed and he backed off. "You are so unbelievably vain that it makes me just want to slap you across your pretty little face of yours sometimes."

"You think my face is pretty?" he asked smugly.

"Shut up, and don't try to get me off topic again."

Your vain

"Number two: Your silly little mind games."

"I do not play mind games!"

"Did I not just tell you to shut up?" I asked menacingly. He stayed silent. "That's what I thought."

"I swear you just like to mess with people. I mean one day your all cool with me and the next you hate my freaking guts!" I closed my eyes and took another angry breath.

Your games

"Number three: You are extremely insecure."

"I am n-"

"LET ME FINISH!" I yelled.

"You might not even realize it, but you always pick on the people who have something that you don't have."

"Like what?" he asked.

"Like Lorcan."

"What does he have that I don't?"

"The seeker position on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team that you tried out for in second year but didn't get it and now you're a chaser just like me."

"Oh…"

Your insecure

"Number four: One minute you love me, and the next you like Erica Zabini."

He had no comment for this one which made me want to cry even more.

You love me…

You like her

"Number five: You know exactly how to make me laugh," he smiled at this, "but you can make me cry in a half a second." Once again, he had nothing to say so I continued, "I just which I knew which side was stronger."

You make me laugh

You make me cry

I don't know which side to buy

"Number six: Your friends are complete pricks, they are such jerks that, I believe, you hang out with them to lower your own self confidence."

"That's ridiculous." he said angrily.

"Oh that's not he worst of it." I shook my head. "Sometimes, you even act just like them…and it makes me feel like someone just stabbed me in the chest."

He opened his mouth to say something again but closed it almost immediately and just looked at me sympathetically.

Your friends

They're jerks

When you act like them

Just know it hurts

"And Number seven:" I closed my eyes to get rid of the tears welling up in my eyes.

I wanna be with the one I know

And the seventh thing I hate the most that you do…

"Y-you-you…"

"I what?"

"You make it so that I can't not love you." his eyes went wide.

You make me love you

Why isn't he talking?

I knew this was a bad idea.

His beautiful, grey eyes make him look like a deer in head lights but he doesn't say a word.

I just fidget and play with the hem of my skirt.

It's awkward and it's silent

Why isn't he saying anything?

Why isn't he apologizing?

It was never my fault. He should be so sorry that he broke my heart.

As I wait for him to say

What I need to hear now

Your sincere apology

I knew that he had said sorry before, but he never meant it.

I just knew he didn't.

When you mean it I'll believe it

I remember when he sent me a letter in the morning post telling me how sorry he was.

I threw it away.

If you text it

I'll delete it

Lets be clear

I was not going to be the one crawling back to him.

This was a bad idea.

I stood up to walk away but by the seventh step I felt a hand wrap around my wrist. I looked up into the eyes that I knew and loved.

Oh I'm not coming back

You're taking seven steps here.

The list ran threw my mind again.

The seven things I hate about you

Your vain

Your games

Your insecure

You love me you like her

You make me laugh

You make me cry

I don't know which side to buy

Your friends

They're jerks

When you act like them

Just know it hurt

I wanna be with the one I know

And the seventh thing I hate the most that you do

You make me love you

"Is there…a list of all the good things?"

I giggled quietly with the tears running freely down my face, "That would take a whole lot of parchment."

And compared to all the great things

That would take too long to write

"You can tell me…you know…seven of your favorites…if you want to." he said nervously.

"I guess I could tell you…if you really want me to." I said slyly.

"Oh believe me, I do." I smiled.

I probably should mention

The seven that I like

I took a deep breath and quickly thought through all of the great things running around in my mind.

The seven tings I like about you

"First: your hair." I said as I ran my fingers through it with one hand and put the other on the back of his neck.

"What about it?" he asked, his breathing becoming uneven.

"Well the color, how soft it is, and the smell." I inhaled deeply through my nose.

"What does it smell like?"

"Peppermint." I whispered in his ear and he gasped.

Your hair

"And second: your eyes."

He smiled as he looked into my own.

"What about them?" he was enjoying this game.

I smiled too, "The color for one."

"Oh you like grey?" he joked.

"Only on some people." I played along.

"Well," he said dramatically, "I am honored to be one of those people…What else?"

"How they shimmer in the sun, and the way I feel like if I look into them for too long they look like they're reading my soul like a book, like now for instance."

Your eyes

"Third: those old pair of worn out and faded, muggle jeans."

"The ones with the holes in the knees?" he asked. I nodded. "That you wrote on when I wasn't looking?" I remembered that day when I wrote 'I love you' on the back pocket. I smiled and nodded.

"That you still wear." he was the one nodding this time.

Your old levis

"Fourth: how when you would kiss me, I couldn't think about anything else for hours."

He looked down and blushed.

When we kiss

I'm hypnotized

"Fifth: how you know exactly how to make me laugh, but you can make me cry in half a second." I smiled triumphantly.

He looked confused, "But I thought you hated that about me?"

"I do," he looked at me like I was crazy, "But I love it at the same time because it makes me feel like you know every little thing about me."

You make me laugh

You make me cry

I guess that's both I'll have to buy

"Sixth:" I grabbed his had, "When you hold my hand, and you lace your fingers through mine," and he did just that, "and I feel like nothing can go wrong."

Your hands in mine

When we're intertwined

Everything's alright

"I want to be with you again." he said suddenly.

I looked up into his gorgeous eyes.

"Only if it's the real you."

I wanna be with the one I know

"And number seven?" he asked.

And the seventh thing I like the most that you do

"Seven:" I responded, "is how you make it so that I can't not love you."

And then he kissed me more passionately than he had ever kissed me before, and I kissed him back with just as much, if not more, love.

You make me love you