My love will always be Harry

We both exited the movie theater, walking carefully, as I still feel weak, and my legs aren't up for too much walking. I feel like this walk will cost me a price that is too high, and that's not what I want because my aunt is the one who pays for everything I do. I don't like seeing her cry and thinking that at any moment my heart might not hold up or that I won't be able to be with them anymore.

I look around, and suddenly I have the urge to pee, "Dylan, I need you to take me to a bathroom," I stop. "I'm peeing myself," I whisper.

I cross my legs so that Dylan can see that if I don't go to a bathroom now, he will be the one to endure the embarrassment of his girlfriend peeing inside a movie theater. He wrinkled his face, then snorted and obviously resigned himself to take me, as he had no choice.

Before leading me, he takes the popcorn I had with me, then moves away, throwing it in the trash can, including his popcorn and soda cup, then he approaches me and takes my arm. Arriving