Five Lovestories

Harry lightly pressured the side of my waist to easily pull me over on my back, and over to the other side, to face him. His half-open eyes and his curls that were messier than ever, was not only adorable. It was hot as fuck. We layed down, and stared at each other for minutes. Just enjoying the thick, calm silence, and simply our presence with each other. But after a whole lifetime, I couldn't wait any longer. I slowly slithered closer to him, and brushed my lips against his.

"Goodmorning.." He hummed.

The vibrations from his voice went through my body and got me goosebumps. I therefore had a smile glued on my mouth as the kiss got more heated. He suddenly flipped us both over, and we rolled around in the bed, giggling. I don't know how many turns he did, but suddenly, I was on top of him. Instead of taking it even further, which not so strangely felt weird to do, I decided to speak. I leaned my elbows on his contract chest. I layed my eyes in his, and his plump lips didn't smile, probably because I didn't keep making out with him.

"What are we doing today?" I asked, my voice sounding more like a whisper.

He quickly ragained his usual grin.

"Let's just stay in, do nothing. Stay like this."

He sounded hoarse, and I liked it.

"That sounds perfect." I said low and smiled. "We can lay like this for a while, and then we can.. I know! We can play something."

Harrys eyes immediately started to shine. He propped himself up on his elbows and raised a eyebrow.

"Really? Like what?" He asked.

"Well, I don't know what you think, but I think we should play.."

"Truth or dare!" Harry interrupted, getting more excited by the second. "Or, "I have never.." would be kinda fun too.."

"Harry!" I said and lightly swatted his chest.

"What?"

"I was thinking like Singstar, or "guess who?".."

Harry looked at me with the "are you serious?"-face, and I nodded.

"Well, if that's what my princess wants." He finally said and kissed me.


"Mamma Mia, here I go again! My, my, how can I resist ya!" I singed through the room with a high pitched voice.

"Work it!" Harry screamed from the end of the sofa.

He was cheering, and clapping his hands, looking all dorky. When I didn't laugh, I at least tried to sing.

"You're so up next!" I laughed.

"Nah, I think I'm good here, watching you sweat." He winked.


"Babe, you look fine. Let's go!"

Harrys impatience was evident as he dragged my arm like a kid does with his moms coat when they're about to go to the candy shop.

"Wait, I just need a little blush!" I said and hurried to the bathroom.

But Harry stopped me. He, in the last second, got a grip on my wrist and pulled me back. In a much more elegant way that none of us would ever think he could ever do to me, I did a perfect pirouette back to Harry. And just like it was in a movie, Harry didn't stop his sudden move there. After I'd been rolled into his arms, he kept spinning me down to the opposite side, and made a Hollywood-pose out of it. I was just about to say "what did just happen?", when Harry realized that the perfect move was missing something. A perfect kiss.

"You're not gonna need blush." He said after our lips lost touch. "I know you, Kath. You're gonna get blushy enough."


The wind fastly flied through the cold October-air. It was sunny, cold, and beautiful outside. The perfect day for a walk in the park. The leaves layed in drifts on the slightly sunwarm streets, and the bare trees were looking rotten, all of them. The fall really was getting closer.
Harry and I walked through the park, along the river, past the stores. We talked, went silent, talked, and went silent. It wasn't awkward, it felt better than ever. I suddenly glanced over at him, and I thought for myself.. If just walking around with someone, not even having a conversation, still feels like you've had the best time.. he's a keeper.
Harry caught me in my thoughts, and I didn't even notice I was staring at him, until he gave me his special, knee-weaking smile.

"Hey, are you cold?" He wondered.

I wasn't. I felt warm, beloved, in love.. I felt warmer and happier than I had felt in a long while. But I nodded, knowing he had something in mind.

"Give me your hand."

I gave my right hand to him, and he entwined it with his, and put it in his coat-pocket. In there, it was even warmer.
I stopped him, and swung my left arm around his neck.

"I love you." I said with an obvious tone.

"I.. I.."

Either it was the cold that made him stutter, or he was just genuienly nervous.

"I love you too.." He said, with an more surprised tone.

I never expected to feel this joy, this peace. With sudden tears in my eyes, I swiftly shook my head before I pressed my lips lightly on his.

"I love you.." I whispered on them and kept kissing him.


"Here you go." Harry said and put the baking dish in front of me.

The absolutely amazing-smelling pie I had in front of me looked amazing, and Harry said it was. It was evening, and instead of some fancy restaurant, we decided to stick to the main-plan, and stay in. So we bought some things at the supermarket, and crashed at the dormitory-kitchen. There was people here, so we couldn't be as "open", as we had been earlier. I looked around, only searching for one person. But she wasn't there. I couldn't figure out where Bim was. Where did she sleep? She must sleep somewhere in the college, right? I thouhgt. But why hadn't I seen her by now? Sure, the building was filled with people, and it was big, but still. How long had she been gone? It was at least a week.

"My grandmother made this every weekend, and she learned me the recipe. It's delicious."

I decided to stop thinking about Bim, and just enjoy. I took a bite. He was right. The flavour spread around in my mouth, and the pie-ingredients melted on my tounge. Harry saw the pleasure I got from the tasteful meal, I was starving.

"It's great, huh?"

I nodded frantically and took some more. After the dinner, I politely wiped my mouth with a napkin and sighed.

"So.. what's for desert, masterchef?" I asked.

"Well, I don't know about you, but.. I've already had my desert." He winked and looked at my lips.

"Yeah." I said smiling. "Me too."


"I'm gonna miss you." Harry whispered hoarsely.

"I'm not going anywhere." I replied.

Harry took a deep breath, and suddenly pinned me hard against my dormitory-door.

"Harry." I breathed.

"Fuck.." He whispered. "I.. I can feel.."

"You can feel what?" I whispered low and tugged his curls closer to me.

But Harry seemed more sad than excited.

"I can feel it end.."

"Harry.."

"No, it's eleven fifty-two pm.. I can litterally feel it end.."

Did he cry? No, he couldn't. I mean, I had seen him almost cry before, but I had never seen actual tears. It was too dark to tell, but Harry was shaking.

"Can't I stay with you tonight?"

"No." I said. "You can't, Harry. You know you can't."

"Just.. please." He begged.

"I'm sorry.." I said and opened the door behind me.

But he pulled me back. His hand was wet of sweat.

"I only have a few minutes left with you, can I.. can I at least have a goodnight-kiss?"

I sighed and leaned towards him, and gave him a quick kiss.

"Why so fast?" He asked.

"Because I feel bad. You gotta let go now, Haz." I said and closed the door.

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