HARRY'S POV

I stood there and watched her slam the door. How could she think I didn't love her? Why wouldn't she let me finish?

I was going to say,"Gwen, I can't love you any more than I do right now, but I want you safe." But she thought I was telling her I didn't love her?

And when she brought Chris up, she pierced me heart. She reminded me of Chris so much, yet she was completely different. Chris was quiet and afraid to speak out, Gwen isn't afraid to speak her mind. I could go on and on about Chris and Gwen, but I don't have all night.

I didn't mean to call her Chris. It's just, this fight reminded me of one I had long ago. The one I had with Chris. She and I were fighting because it wasn't safe for us to be together. Her father beat her more than usual because she was courting me. She left just like Gwen did, angry and upset. That's when I set out to fight her dad.

I guess the best thing to do is give Gwen some space. She needs to collect her thoughts. Maybe if she thinks it over, she'll realize that I love her.

A break? So we're not together, but we didn't break up? We're just 'on a break.'

I brushed away my tears, only to have them replaced by new ones. I stood up and jogged to my room. The fireplace was already roaring, so I sat down in front of it and pulled my knees to my chest. I rested my chin on my knees as I watched the fire dance in the fireplace.

I replayed the time I asked Gwen out in my head, wishing I had her right here beside me.

A/N awwwww, first chappie in Harry's POV, what's you think? Was it nice to be inside his head? Let me know what you think! Sorry its sooooo short! See ya later!