Harry and I go upstairs to his room. I've been in this house so many times but I have never entered his room. We step in and I notice that the biggest wall is all covered with photos and posters. Curiosity runs through me. Who are the people on the pictures?

"Can I see the pictures?" I Ask him and he nods. I go to the white painted wall and see pictures of him with his mother, well the most were of him and her. But one picture catches my attention. It's put on the middle of the wall. I fastly recognise the people on it. Harry and I. We're about 6-7 years old and he's hugged me tightly from behind. I'm with a bog smile on my face.

"Where did you get that picture from?"

"Umm I've had it for a long time and don't really know where is it from." He shrugs. "These were good times, huh?"

"Yeah, best years from my life." I say with a smile on my face. "So where is the movie?" I change the subject as I see the TV screen. "You didn't watch a movie, did you?" I laugh. The TV was turned off.

"Yeah, but I was going to and you just came." He grinns.

"Okay, okay, which movie have you choosed?" I sit on the edge of his bed.

"I haven't, you can choose." The list of the films he has lights up the screen.

"Not to sound pevert, but I'd like one of the American Pie movies." What can I do? I love them. I laugh so hard when I watch it...everytime.

"Okay, agree." The movie starts and Harry comes to sit next to me.

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In the middle of the film, I have tears in my eyes. Of course the laugh caused them. I admit that staying alone with Harry as not as awkward as I thought would be. It's pretty comfortable.

Harry hasn't stoped laughing as well. His whole face is red from all the laughter.


The film has just ended and Anne hasn't still come.

"Well, I'm going home." I say as I stand up.

"Why?" He furrows his eyebrows.

" You're mum hasn't come, maybe she's busy. I have to go." I starts to go out, even if I don't want to, when he takes my wrist and I turn to face him.

"I'm sure she'll come soon. Also, I'm having a great time with you." He smiles. Butterflies fill my stomach and my cheeks become pink. I nod simply and he grinnes like a little kid. "Okaaaaay, now tell me something about you...I mean we haven't been like this for years." What should I tell him? That I think about him all day long?

"Umm, there isn't anything interesting to tell."

"Oh c'mon, I'm sure you have something interesting to share with me." What?!

"What do you want to hear?" I say quietly.

"Anything." He states.

"I broke up with Ben one year ago and my life is boring as hell." I joke.

"Really? I thought you're still together. I saw you going upstairs at the party."

"Yeah, we talked, but I'm done with him."

"So maybe there is someone new?" Why did he start this conversation?

"No. Harry, why are you asking?"

"I dunno. Just curious." He smiles.

"So I'm allowed so ask you the same things?" He nods. My heart skips faster and faster, waiting for the answers.

He takes a deep breath and beggins. "I'm single but..." He staps.

"What but?"

"I just...dunno...You have a crush?" Yooooooooou!!!!!!!!!

I nod.

"Well, you know the feeling then." Oh no, my heart breaks to million pieces. "Tell me who is your crush and I'll tell you mine." What? No!

"Haha no way."

"Why? C'mon we'll say it together." He encourages me.

Okay, let me think about it. How am I supposed to tell him that he's my crush?...but it's now or never.

"Okay, but what I'm going to say will stay here forever and you'll never tell anyone, please." I beg and he nods.

"Three." He starts to count.



"Two." Oh my God...


"One." My heart will jump off me.





I close my eyes.



"You." Okay, I said it.











"You." He says at the same time as me.

What? No, maybe I heard something wrong. I open eyes immediately.

His eyes stare at me.

Notes

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