i glide my hand onto the painted wall and feel Harry's eyes watching me gently.
"this is amazing." i say turning to him.
"why do you love it so much?" he asks
"love what? the paintings?" i ask
"yeah, the paintings..why are you so fascinated?" he asks looking me in the eyes, i turn to the wall and look at it once again.
"i love how people can express themselves through it..." i say and he cups my hand in his.
"come on, follow me." he says, pulling me to run with him.

we reach a tunnel with one graffiti note on it, it's small, its more of a little note left for someone than anything else.
"i was walking one day and found this wall, there was this girl and she was talking a spray can, she was writing this." he says and i read the words, 'love is such a hard thing to see.'

i turn to Harry and he has walked to the other end of the tunnel were 4 spray cans are, they're blue, red, purple, and silver.
Harry picks one up and starts to paint, i pick up one and go to the other side of the tunnel, leaving me and him our own canvas'

i use my blue and silver and create a giant butterfly, i write under it, 'wish to be free'

i turn to Harry's wall and its....its...well...i dont know.

"cute, what is it?" i asks resting my head on his shoulder, which i can only do because he is leaning.

"who knows." he says and i look him in the eyes as he does to me, my lips come closer to him and are barely an inch apart-
*ring ring*
shit!


"i better take this.." i say and he nods, i grab my phone and answer it, its my old friend Christian, he and Kat never really got along.

"hey Christian!" i say, ...
"hi little miss!" he says, he was my friend in Middle school, he is only my friend for sure!
"why ya callin' babe?" i know i call him babe but i do it as a joke.
"i was wondering if you're okay?" he asks and i know what he means...
"im. fine." i say clearly.
"i was just wonderi-"
"NO! stop wondering i am okay! alright."
"you dont sound fine!" he screams through my phone.
"JACKASS!" i say and hang up with tears down my face.

i turn back to Harry and cross my arms while i hold back the tears. i want to forget my parents death...
"come on, lets get you home." he says and wraps his arm around my back, holding my shoulder.

i silently walk with him and we reach the car.

I buckle myself in and feel the tense mood. i know Harry knows that i don't want to talk and he gladly respects that.

we reach my house and i step from my seat before Harry can open my door for me, i rush to the front door of my house and feel the tears still in my eyes. i lean against my door and close my eyes, forgetting about Harry.

i feel a body in front of mine.
"Harry go-"
his lips kiss into mine with passion and i feel sparks and butterflies rise in my stomach.

"wanna come inside?" i say, pulling from the kiss.