Have you forgotten?

Rafaela's P.O.V.

And I almost forgot that his mother is also involved in this whole situation as well.

"She told me what her and your dad did ever since we were 5. That's the reason my parents divorced.", he said, making me widen my eyes in shock.

"They did it for so long? I know their affair was long, but that's too much. They practically did it through our whole lives.", I said frustrated.

"I know. I am not talking to my mum at the moment. I haven't talked to her ever since she told me last week over the phone.", he said frowning.

"No Harry, don't. I know you are hurt and mad, but she is your mother after all. The woman who has raised you. You shouldn't treat her like this.", I said, remembering I wasn't any different either.

"I just need some time to cool down, that's all.", he said and I nodded, showing him that I completely understand.

"You know, I miss my friend Raf. The one who always found a way to make me smile, even when i didn't feel like it. I miss the girl who would sneak out with me in the middle of the night, come with me on that small hill, only so we would be able to sing together on top of our lungs. I miss the girl who used to make gagging sounds when she saw a girl and a boy kissing. I miss the girl who used to hate dresses, skirts and make up. I miss the girl who would beat anyone up, just because they pointed out she is a girl, until she turned 11. I miss my best friend Raf. I want her back. I know she is somewhere there. Behind all those pretty clothes and make up.",
he finished.

I had tears in my eyes. All those memories were flashing through my mind while he was listing them.

"Oh Haz, I miss my boy as well. My own Hazza. The one who would always tell me how beautiful I was, the one who would always lay on the grass with me just to stare at the night sky. I miss the guy who used to kiss my forehead and watch a movie or two with me when I was on my period. I miss the boy who used to climb through my balcony, not because he couldn't just enter through the front door, but because he liked adventure. I miss my boy Haz. My own Harry. Only mine. I can still see him in you, under all that make up.",
I said, making us both chuckle at the last part.
He didn't say anything. He just hugged me tight to his chest and I let him hold me. I finally felt complete. With MY Harry.

Harry's P.O.V.

I just sat there, holding her small frame in my large arms and thinking about her.

She is so vulnerable, so gentle, I'm even afraid. To touch her. Kiss her. Embrace her.
And yet, behind all that innocence stands more power than anyone can ever imagine. It's ironic. How the most vulnerable thing in the world can crush you, smash you and destroy you, just by leaving...

Notes

Hey guys, finally an update. It's very short, but this is all I could do for now :*
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