I stared at the photo on my phone for a long time, a smile tugging on the corner of my lips. She’s always been beautiful.


“Harry, Willow is here,” mum’s voice pulled me out of her captivating beauty.

“Be right there,” I yelled, throwing on a pair of jeans, and rushed downstairs. “Liz,” I grinned now staring into the greenish blue eyes, that haunted my dreams.

“Hazza,” she grinned back pulling me in a hug. I closed my eyes taking in the familiar smell of her lavender body wash with a hint of vanilla. The smell that made me dizzy, the scent of the girl I’d loved for the past fifteen years the familiar smell of Willow Elizabeth Tyler. Then she pulled away, making my heart ache for more. I pushed that feeling somewhere deep inside me, and pulled on a smile.

“I missed you,” I pouted.

“You saw me… what? Like ten hours ago,” she said with a hint of laughter in her voice.

I rolled my eyes, “You’re supposed to say you missed me too,” I pointed out.

“Awwe Hazza is angry,” she mused pulling my cheeks, “I missed you too.”

I let the smile surface on my lips, “I love your, dimples,” she spoke poking them with her fingers on either side. I love you, I thought but didn’t speak the words out loud. I let out a sigh, at the thought.

“What’s wrong?” she asked scrunching her eyebrows in an adorable way. And tilted her head to one side to get a better view of my face. A strand of blonde hair fell across her eyes. I clenched my fists, trying not to tuck that soft piece of hair behind her ears. Can just friends do that? Before I could ponder more about it she ran a hand through her wavy hair, taking the strand away with them.

“Nothing,” I waved it away.

“Harold,” she said in a no-nonsense tone.

“Really--”

“Willow, Harry! Breakfast is ready!” Mum called I mentally thanked mum for the interruption. She gave me one final look before walking towards the kitchen.

“Anne, I smell pancakes,” she mused.

“Chocolate chip,” mum pointed out. Her soft laugh echoed around the house, sounding like the tinkling of bells. I shook my head, shoving the part of me that loved her somewhere deep inside me. Well I couldn’t shove all of me inside of me, right? Because I loved her from all my heart and soul. I laughed at my ridiculous thought. Willow arched her eyebrows, I shook my head taking a seat from across the counter.

“Anne you’re the best!” she grinned showing a set of perfect white teeth.

“Thank you, sweetie,” mum answered. Willow got up and kissed mum’s cheek, before grabbing her bag.

“Get up loggerhead!” she knocked my head with two fingers.

“Hey! You do not call me a loggerhead!” I protested.

“Loggerhead,” she spoke again, laughter evident in her voice, as she pushed her tongue out.

“Liz,” I said in a playfully-stern tone. She rolled her eyes. My hands went towards her sides in a wiggling motion, and a shriek left her lips. As she ran towards mum for cover. I followed her as she jumped over the couch then up to my room. I grinned devilishly at her, and kicked the door shut with my foot. I hovered on top of her, for a moment captured by her heart-shaped lips, her greenish blue eyes with specks of gold. My breathing hitched at our closeness, close enough to see the few freckles splayed across her nose. Her lips turned into a smirk, I shoved the thought away again. And tickled her sides until she was gasping for breath.

“Loggerhead?” I asked.

“No, no, no. Sor...Sorry Haz… Yo… You’re not a...not a logger...loggerhead,” she said between giggles.

“Good,” I said reluctantly getting off from her.

“Loggerhead!” she yelled again, before busting out the door. I closed my eyes , smiling at the way her mischief could make me laugh no matter what. Then followed her down the stairs.

Notes

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