A/N: Thanks for the reviews! And as for TLWROX: Hey, if you like
Harry/Ronnie, that's fine with me. But I, myself, don't like them together.
But remember: This. . . Is. . . What. . . I. . . Think. Ronnie doesn't seem
to love Harry. It's more like her having a crush on him. Plus, I noticed he
never said he loved her when she said she loved him. ::thinks:: I don't
remember Lauren kissing another man while she and Harry were together
though.
Besides, this is FICTION.
And for the mentally impaired, I'll copy/paste what I said in my profile onto here: I don't really believe in R/R, since you shouldn't review if ya didn't like it. That's how flames are prevented. So just so you know, reviews rule and all, but don't review if you don't want to.
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The day was filled with sleep and whispers, for Harry and Ronnie. The night became romantic and almost carefree.
"Ah, I don't want to go to work on Monday," Ronnie laughed.
Harry chuckled, "Me either. There are so many people I don't feel like facing. Scott, Steven, Harvey. . ."
"Lauren." Ronnie spat, bitterly.
Harry's eyes widened, "What?"
"Well, I don't like her. I'd rather NOT face her every weekday."
Harry threw his napkin onto his semi-clean plate, "What had Lauren ever done to you?"
His tone was strict, almost demanding, like he could outweigh Ronnie's not- so-good point.
"I'd just rather not interact with her, that's all! She's such a prima donna. Everyone knows that!" She paused, "Why are you getting so defensive? She broke your heart."
Harry sucked in a breath of pride and prepared to reply, but nothing came to mind.
"You make it seem like I'm not entitled to my opinion. Is that what you're trying to say?"
He breathed out and shook his head, "Let's go." He stood and walked off. Ronnie watched him walk away in disbelief. When he froze, she smirked, figuring he would apologize.
"You coming, Ronnie?"
Ronnie scoffed and threw her napkin into the table, along with the money for the dinner. She came to him and clawed her arm through his. They left the restaurant in silence.
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The ride home wasn't so pleasant either. They'd discussed Harry's outburst and silence went on after the heated argument. Ronnie watched his trained eyes follow the road. She followed his hand, when he switched gears, and placed her hand on his. He turned to her as they came to a red light.
She smiled, "I'm sorry, baby. I can't help but feel like I do toward her. I really dislike her, but I promise I won't let her get to me." She caressed his hand with her thumb, forming a smile upon Harry's lips.
"I'm sorry, too. I don't blame you for not liking her." As soon as he said that, he regretted it and wanted to bite his tongue. He didn't have any bad blood for Lauren, but she wasn't exactly his favorite person either.
Ronnie nodded and leaned toward him, kissing him, taking her hand to his cheek. The light turned green and Harry took the car into 'drive'. Ronnie's lips explored his face and she whispered in his ear. He cringed, smiling, since her breath tickled and aroused him. He turned his head for just a second, to kiss her on the lips he loved.
They suddenly heard a screech of tires and a loud 'CRASH'! Ronnie broke away from Harry and sat still, but tense. She screamed and felt the car jolt, sending her head through the windshield! Harry had tried turning the wheel left and right, but soon lost control when the jolt hit him as well! His head smashed through the driver's window.
He seemed to only blink and felt the blood, drip from a large cut in his forehead. He blinked again and felt himself, laying on a comfy surface. Voices shouted in the distance. He slowly turned to the left and was able to see Ronnie, being carried into an ambulance, on a stretcher.
"Ronnie," he whispered and then closed his eyes.
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Besides, this is FICTION.
And for the mentally impaired, I'll copy/paste what I said in my profile onto here: I don't really believe in R/R, since you shouldn't review if ya didn't like it. That's how flames are prevented. So just so you know, reviews rule and all, but don't review if you don't want to.
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The day was filled with sleep and whispers, for Harry and Ronnie. The night became romantic and almost carefree.
"Ah, I don't want to go to work on Monday," Ronnie laughed.
Harry chuckled, "Me either. There are so many people I don't feel like facing. Scott, Steven, Harvey. . ."
"Lauren." Ronnie spat, bitterly.
Harry's eyes widened, "What?"
"Well, I don't like her. I'd rather NOT face her every weekday."
Harry threw his napkin onto his semi-clean plate, "What had Lauren ever done to you?"
His tone was strict, almost demanding, like he could outweigh Ronnie's not- so-good point.
"I'd just rather not interact with her, that's all! She's such a prima donna. Everyone knows that!" She paused, "Why are you getting so defensive? She broke your heart."
Harry sucked in a breath of pride and prepared to reply, but nothing came to mind.
"You make it seem like I'm not entitled to my opinion. Is that what you're trying to say?"
He breathed out and shook his head, "Let's go." He stood and walked off. Ronnie watched him walk away in disbelief. When he froze, she smirked, figuring he would apologize.
"You coming, Ronnie?"
Ronnie scoffed and threw her napkin into the table, along with the money for the dinner. She came to him and clawed her arm through his. They left the restaurant in silence.
**
The ride home wasn't so pleasant either. They'd discussed Harry's outburst and silence went on after the heated argument. Ronnie watched his trained eyes follow the road. She followed his hand, when he switched gears, and placed her hand on his. He turned to her as they came to a red light.
She smiled, "I'm sorry, baby. I can't help but feel like I do toward her. I really dislike her, but I promise I won't let her get to me." She caressed his hand with her thumb, forming a smile upon Harry's lips.
"I'm sorry, too. I don't blame you for not liking her." As soon as he said that, he regretted it and wanted to bite his tongue. He didn't have any bad blood for Lauren, but she wasn't exactly his favorite person either.
Ronnie nodded and leaned toward him, kissing him, taking her hand to his cheek. The light turned green and Harry took the car into 'drive'. Ronnie's lips explored his face and she whispered in his ear. He cringed, smiling, since her breath tickled and aroused him. He turned his head for just a second, to kiss her on the lips he loved.
They suddenly heard a screech of tires and a loud 'CRASH'! Ronnie broke away from Harry and sat still, but tense. She screamed and felt the car jolt, sending her head through the windshield! Harry had tried turning the wheel left and right, but soon lost control when the jolt hit him as well! His head smashed through the driver's window.
He seemed to only blink and felt the blood, drip from a large cut in his forehead. He blinked again and felt himself, laying on a comfy surface. Voices shouted in the distance. He slowly turned to the left and was able to see Ronnie, being carried into an ambulance, on a stretcher.
"Ronnie," he whispered and then closed his eyes.
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