*Flash forward to senior year*

"I can't believe we're seniors, mate. This is crazy; this is actually the last year of school. Some of us will go to college, and some not. After this, we might not even tal-" Harry was cut off by my hand covering his mouth. I kept his hand there until I had to pulled it off quickly because Harry had licked it.

"Geez, Haz. I only stopped you because you would jinx it. Plus, we're best friends. We won't lose contact. I mean, how could we? We're getting a flat together after we graduate, right?" I asked wiping my hand on my pants roughly to remove Harry's saliva.

"How could I forget? When I said that, I was mainly talking about everybody else, not us. I would never stop talking to my BooBear." Harry smiled looking at me with soft green eyes staring into my eyes. I couldn’t help but feel weak in my knees. Harry always had that effect on me. Ever since we met on his first day and I had to show him around, I have had a crush on him. And the crush has only developed deeper since. Everyday, I like him just a little bit more than the previous.

I nodded in content. As I was putting things into my book bag, the bell rang for class.

* * *

"Are you coming over today?" I asked Harry as I put the unnecessary books and supplies back into my locker before looking at Harry who was already looking at me. I felt myself blush and then I smiled at him. Harry stared at me for few long seconds before he snapped out of it.

Harry shook his head, spreading his beautiful curls everywhere, sort of like a halo. "I'm sorry, I kind of spaced out, what were you asking?" Harry asked looking me with soft eyes.

I giggled a bit—making Harry smirk—before answering. "I had asked if you were coming over today, or if I was just dropping you off at your house? Since it’s Friday, I was thinking we could have a movie night like we did a few times last year." I suggested giving Harry a small smile.

"Sounds great, so yeah, I'll come over." Harry agreed grinning widely at me before throwing some books in his locker and then slamming it shut. I rolled his eyes at Harry’s force to the small metal door.

“C’mon, Hazza, let’s go.” I encouraged tugging Harry by his arm playfully.

“I’m coming, no need to pull.” Harry whined causing me to giggle. I let his arm free as we walked side by side to my car.

I got in and started it as Harry sat down and buckled himself. I followed suit and soon we were on the road heading for my house.


I throw my bag into my room, not caring where it lands, before heading down the stairs to find Harry waiting on the sofa for me. “What movie do you want to watch?” I ask as I go into the kitchen for a snack for us.

“I’m assuming that you have Grease in mind?” Harry asked from the couch as I rummaged through the cupboards. I found a box of popcorn and popped a bag of it into the microwave.

“Your assumption is correct; I’m always up for watching it.” I said as the popcorn starts to pop. I got out a bowl to put it into when it was done. “But what do you want to watch?” I asked.

I could hear Harry humming a bit. “What about The Breakfast Club?” He asked.

The popping had stopped in time for me to answer. “Yeah, sounds good,” I said pouring the popcorn into the bowl and throwing away the empty packaging. I went out to the main room and sat on the other side of the couch after putting the movie into the player. Harry frowned at me as I ate a piece of popcorn. “What?” I whined, neither of us looking away from each other.

“Why are you sitting all the way over there?” Harry pouted.

I smirked at him. “So I can do this,” I said as I put my feet on his lap, setting them gently to not hurt him.

Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly.

“Are you trying to tell me that I can’t do this?” I asked with my voice full of sass.

“No, what I’m not trying to tell you that you can’t do anything. It’s just- when was the last time you actually sat next to me?” He asked. I shrugged. “Exactly, so mind parking your big arse next to me?”

I smacked his arm playfully and flipped my position to where my back was half way against his arm, and the couch. I sprawled my legs out where my torso was just moments earlier and I looked at him. “Better, Hazza?”

“Much,” he smiled before turning his attention to the screen. I followed suit.


At the part where they were making confessions upstairs, for some reason my eyes traveled away from the screen and on to Harry. My eyes scanned from the top of his curls, down his face, to his jumper, down to his hands that were quite larger than mine. I’ve always wondered what they would feel like to be interlaced with my smaller, more feminine ones. I stared at his hands for quite a while, just until something had caught my eye. Harry’s jumper sleeve was pushed up a little on one arm and there were marks. Did Harry hurt himself, on purpose? The marks were faded, meaning they had been there for a while. At least they weren’t fresh, but what would have caused him to do such a thing.

I absentmindedly reached my hand out to trace the marks. The instant my skin made contact with his, he flinched away. I looked up to see he way looking at me with wide eyes, and his skin had gone pale.

“H-Hazza, w-why?” Were the only two words I was able to mutter out.

He shook his head. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.” He responded short. He ran a hand through his curls as he refocused on the screen.

I felt tears burning my eyes, trying to force themselves out, but I wouldn’t let them. I didn’t want to cry.

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