"You said don't lie, so I made the truth; seemed like a lie to even you."

Song: Resolution

Artist: Matt Corby

This song is extremely important as it was kind of the inspiration for this entire story, so if you don't already know, make sure you listen :)

Harry's POV

Halle's hands were soft on my scalp as she pet them through my hair, her nails dragging lightly along my skin in a soothing manner. The look on her face when she'd inspected my own had tugged at my heart, because I knew exactly what she'd been doing; she'd been making sure I was okay, concern laced through her features as it accompanied the bliss and euphoria that still coursed through her.

I think I need you too much.

Her words had made my insides glow, her admission that she cared about me deeply making me feel better than I ever had. It was clear in the way she looked at me, touched me, kissed me, and simply was with me that she cared about me, and it was something I had never experienced before. The way she reacted to me, physically, mentally, emotionally, made me feel something real, something important. It made me feel like I actually mattered to her.

I had yet to respond to her statement, the meaning behind it still sinking in. I was always surprised when she said things like that, because I felt like the emotion in this relationship was so skewed. I felt like I liked her way more than she liked me, even though I knew that wasn't the case. The depth of my feelings for her utterly confused me, but I had never felt more attached to someone who made me feel so alive.

Every tiny touch of her skin to mine nearly set me on fire, and the gentle way she'd touch me in moments like these were enough to satisfy me for the rest of my life. Being with her was like nothing I'd ever experienced before and it only grew stronger by the day. She was smart, beautiful, strong, funny, and maybe a little crazy from the way she had attached herself to me. She was the first person to actually give me a chance and actually wanted to know me. She was exactly what I'd been missing for years without even knowing it.

My head rose from her chest where it rested, my body shifting up hers so I hovered over her once more. Her hands raked through my hair once more before trailing down to settle around the nape of my neck. Her clear blue eyes searched my face, a content expression on her features as she watched me think. While I could read her like a book, she seemed to have trouble deciphering my thoughts, which I liked. I was afraid if she could see what I was actually feeling, I'd scare her off.

I liked her way more than I wanted to admit.

I could feel myself getting anxious when she wasn't around, my irrational thought process tricking me into fearing she would soon tire of me and leave. When I was with her, however, it was like she was the only thing that mattered. I didn't care about her ex-boyfriend or the fact that her friends probably had their doubts about me, and I didn't care that she was way too good for me even though I should have. All I cared about was being with her and getting as much of her as possible.

It was like the physical pull I had felt toward her from the second I had laid eyes on her had evolved into an emotional pull so strong I couldn't fight it. I still had trouble sorting out my feelings and what they meant, but I knew they were stronger than anything I'd ever felt before, and I knew that they were real.

All these thoughts were masked behind my careful expression that was designed to hide them from her. I needed to take time alone when she wasn't here clouding my thoughts to sort them out, and now was not the time.

"Did you know Ben was watching us?" she asked suddenly, her gentle voice ripping me from my thoughts. I blinked, fighting off the sudden apprehension that struck in fear she would get mad.

"Yes," I said honestly. Her eyebrows knitted together in a thoughtful expression as her fingers circled lightly on the back of my neck.

"Is that why you were so..." she paused, searching for the right word. "Affectionate?"

I wasn't sure if that was the right word for it, because it had felt more like an inevitable occurrence to me, but I didn't correct her. She watched me closely as I stalled.

"Yes and no," I answered. I flinched slightly as her frown deepened.

"Oh," she said quietly. I frowned, realizing what she probably thought.

"Well, no because I didn't see him until we went to dance," I started, hoping I'd be able to explain what I was thinking. "And that would have happened anyway because of how I... feel about you."

It wasn't that anything had happened, specifically, but I knew she was referring to the way my hands trailed across her body and the way my lips attached themselves to her neck. She was thinking of the way I'd kissed her in front of everyone without a second thought, and the way I'd claimed her as mine very publically for the first time.

"So you weren't just... using me to rub it in his face or anything, were you?" she asked, fear leaking into her voice. That was what I'd afraid she would think the moment she'd brought it up.

"No, Hal. Sure, it was nice for him to get a little show, but that wasn't why I acted like that tonight. It's just because I can't stop myself with you," I tried to explain.

"What do you mean?" she asked, pushing for further justification. I sighed as I tried to gather my thoughts and make some sense.

"I just can't help myself when I'm around you. It's like I have to be touching you or I feel... cold."

She brightened slightly, a soft smile pulling at her lips. "I know what you mean."

"You do?" I asked hopefully.

"Yeah," she said, nodding slowly. "It's like I'm on fire when I'm with you."

Relief flooded through me so strong it nearly knocked the breath from my lungs. We had discussed this before, of course- the fact that we both felt the inescapable pull towards each other, but to know she felt it to the extent that I did was incredible. It was like we both had the lingering burn inside of us, only to be ignited by each other.

"Then, I suppose a small part of me acted like that because I wanted him to know that you're with me," I continued. I hoped she was okay with me claiming her as mine. "And that he can't have you ever again."

She was quiet for a while and seemed to be very lost in her head, her eyes dropping from mine as she thought and I got the sense there was something more to this that was bothering her. There was something to her expression that worried me, but at the moment, something else was worrying me more.

"You are with me, aren't you?" I asked, suddenly very afraid she didn't want that anymore.

"Yes," she said almost instantly, her eyes finding mine once more. A smile stretched across my lips, the momentary feeling of doubt erasing.

"Good, 'cause I know I fuck around a lot and it might seem like I'm really... physical but... it's so much more than that now. I'm trying really hard to give you what you deserve," I told her, unsure of where this sudden vulnerable emotion was coming from. It wasn't like me to start the talking on this subject, but I could already feel the vast expanse of feelings I felt for her about to burst open as I tried to reign them back in.

"I still don't know why you think I deserve so much," she whispered, her eyes darting to my chest as she doubted herself. My hand rose to tuck a finger under her chin and lift it once more.

"You're crazy, Hal," I said quietly. "You deserve the world."

Her eyes stared intently into mine, the serious tone of this conversation making her observe me closely.

"You've already done such a good job, Harry," she answered, addressing my attempts. I shook my head slowly.

"I know that isn't true," I said, raising my eyebrow to stop her from interrupting when she opened her mouth. "But I will, if you'll let me."

This conversation was very quickly becoming very serious, and it kind of surprised me. I had had no intention of talking about this until the words had started falling from my mouth, and now it was too late to stop them.

"You're the only one I want to be with. The only one I've ever wanted to be with," I told her. She looked a bit shocked as she absorbed my words. I was quiet as I waited for her to respond. I tried to maintain my even breathing.

"You mean that?" she asked breathlessly. I couldn't tear my gaze from her as she watched me with wide eyes. I nodded slowly, my lips sucking into my mouth before I slowly released them.

"Absolutely. I already knew I wanted it but after tonight and just being with you like you really were mine... I don't know. I don't think I could ever go back to not having you that way, Hal."

Again she didn't speak as my words made their way into her brain. She looked almost scared as I spoke, which made me wonder if I'd said something wrong. Fear started to flair up inside me, terrified I was scaring her off.

"Do you get what I mean?" I asked gently, my hand raising to brush my fingers along her jaw. She swallowed and nodded.

"I feel the exact same way, Harry," she finally said, ridding my body of the fear that had started to creep up. "It just felt... right."

I smiled again, this sudden roller coaster I was on hitting just about every emotion imaginable. Happiness so strong flooded through me I could hardly sit still.

She felt what I felt- the way it felt right for me to cling to her hand all night, the easy way we fell into our own little world no matter where we were, the comfortable yet burning tension that seemed to constantly linger between us, everything. She had, very quickly, taken over my entire mind and body, no matter if we were in the privacy of my bedroom or in a crowded bar with eyes watching us all around.

"This is crazy," she whispered, a gasp of a laugh slipping past her lips as she watched me. She wore a soft smile as if she couldn't quite understand how we had gotten to this point but was happy with it nonetheless.

"I know," I agreed. I was very familiar with the awe that erupted when I thought of what had happened to us. We had gone from absolute strangers who had slept together after not even an hour of meeting to... this. It was so hard for me to put into words what we were, because I'd never done anything like this before. Whatever it was, there was already a desperate need between us- a trust and a reliance that had appeared despite all the challenges we had been through already.

Even when I wasn't with her, she was all I thought about. She had invaded my every thought, whether it be of something we'd done together, something that reminded me of her, or something I wanted to do with her. It didn't matter if I had just seen her or if it had been days, there was a constant longing I felt to be with her. While I felt like a bit of a pathetic sap, I didn't care. Halle was what was important to me, and I wasn't going to let my pride get in the way of it.

I realized we had both been quiet for some time now, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. There never were awkward silences with us anymore- only comfortable pockets of time where neither of us spoke as we let our touches fill the void. Now was one of those moments as my eyes took in the tiny details of her face without even realizing.

Again, I was struck by how incredibly beautiful she was. I had never seen such perfect skin as hers, her natural flush making her face glow whenever she smiled, laughed, or even looked at me. Right now, after she was still coming down from her high, she was practically glowing like a beacon of all things good in the world. Her lips were soft and pink as they curved into a gentle smile, her expression easy as I observed her.

Her eyes were what killed me though. Yes, they were a light blue color to be envied by all and were framed by dark, substantial lashes, but that wasn't what I loved about them. It was the way she looked at me through those eyes that really resonated through my body. It seemed like I could feel it in my very soul sometimes when she looked at me. She could emote the tiniest of emotions through them, some of the time without her even knowing, which was what allowed me to read her so easily. Every little hint of happiness, amusement, lust, jealousy, anger, hurt, and even love could easily be depicted in her eyes, and it was something I had come to love about her.

I was certain I had never seen such an astonishingly beautiful person in my entire life.

"What?" she asked gently, clearly noticing my careful observation.

"You're so beautiful, Hal," I said quietly, eyes locking on hers that I loved so much. She sucked in a breath like she always did when I said something like that. The gentle flush that would creep across her face at any sort of compliment soon followed, just as I had expected. I smiled as I saw the subtle changes in her features and couldn't stop myself from leaning down to kiss her perfect lips.

She accepted my kiss, her lips molding against my own as I kissed her lightly. There was hardly any pressure in it, but the emotions we had been discussing flowed freely between our lips as mine closed around her lower one. The familiar buzzing I always felt when I kissed her fell over me, and I found it difficult to stop myself from progressing things once more.

She was like a drug to me- every little hit I got only made me crave more until eventually she pulled me under completely. I was the worst kind of addict- one who knew they had a problem but did nothing to stop it. I would take every possible bit of her I could get until I couldn't take any more.

Her lips pushed against mine one last time before I pulled back a few inches. She sighed happily as her fingers twirled lightly at the back of my head.

"God, I like you so much, Harry," she said quietly. Her blue eyes were locked, once again, on my own. She held her breath quietly as if afraid I wouldn't return the feeling. How she thought that was possible was beyond me, because I had just confessed so much to her that I felt like I was bleeding emotion.

"You have no idea how much I like you," I said.

My heart thudded in my chest as I fought the urge to tell her exactly how much I liked her. The idea had been haunting me for a few days now, and I felt silly for thinking it, but I knew it was true. She had wormed her way into my heart, her presence there felt constantly in my every move. I had never felt it before, but I knew what it was. It was something I'd never felt, something I'd never wanted, and something I'd never imagined I would feel, but it was there, burning in my heart and searing through my veins with increasingly high urgency with every passing second.

I bit my lip to hold in the words I wanted to say but was too scared to admit- too scared to admit to her, too scared to admit to myself, and certainly too scared to say out loud. The pounding of my heart and the thudding pulse in my veins now was confirmation of my thoughts as they bounced around in my skull, mocking me for being too afraid to admit.

I loved her.

"So don't you worry, you'll be my resolution."

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