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*Harry’s P.O.V*

She kissed me. We kissed. It wasn’t forced either, she really kissed me. She likes me as well, I honestly can’t believe it. I tried so hard and it paid off. Nothing ever goes my way, I always end up losing. I lost my mum and my sister because I was such a dick, I lost all my money on alcohol and drugs, I couldn’t have lost (Y/N). It’s weird how someone can just be thrown into your life, and in such a small space of time, they make such an impact on your life that they change who you are. The fact that I have known her for so little time but feel so strongly towards her scares me, I don’t know what I’m feeling. Me and (Y/N) were sat that the bottom of the tree, her in my arms and I couldn’t help but think about how right this felt. Her back was against mine, her head resting on my chest with my arms wrapped around her waist. My face was nuzzled into the top of her head, planting small kisses on her temple every now and again. We sat there in silence, just like before, it wasn’t awkward or spiteful, it was comforting. People were probably wondering where we were, I left my phone at (Y/N)’s, I don’t know about her.

“I think we’d better get back.” I murmur into her hair, inhaling her perfume.

“I don’t want to.” She mumbles, her hand resting on my abdomen.

“C’mon, love.” I say, lifting her up over my shoulder, bending down and grabbing her shoes.

“HARRY! PUT ME DOWN!” She yelled though her giggles, thumping me on the back.

“Will you behave?” I ask, smirking as I put her down. She just sticks her tongue out at me and walks next to me.

“You’re going to hurt yourself if you don’t put your shoes on.” I warn.

“Have you seen them? It would probably damage my feet less if I walked on glass.” She said, and I laughed at her comment, her sassiness shining through. I stop and crouch, turning back to look at me, she raises an eyebrow.

“What are you doing?”

“Hop on. I’m not having you hurt yourself when everything is going great.” I laugh as she shakes her head, hopping onto my back as I grip her thighs. She loops her arms around my neck and places her head next to mine, closing the tiny gap between us.

“You smell like smoke.” She whispers into my ear.

“Sorry.” I mutter, hoping that it wouldn’t put her off.

“No, I like it.” She says, which makes a smile grow on my face. Poking one of my dimples, she laughs then kisses me on the cheek. I wasn’t used to this kind of affection and I liked it, I liked it a lot. I walked back to (Y/N)’s with her on my back, talking about everything and nothing. For some reason, that kiss made us closer. She was beginning to open up to me, instead of building her walls higher.

“You can put me down now.” She giggled as we neared her drive. I put her down and handed her, her shoes. Slipping them on, she grabbed my forearm for support, standing up straight and growing a few inches taller. She was still much smaller than me in the heels, but I liked that. I liked how small she was in comparison to me. The music was still loud, there was still a huge amount of people at the party and it pissed me off. I wanted to be alone with (Y/N); I had no idea why I suggested coming back. Once (Y/N) had finished putting on her shoes and let go of my arm, I began to walk up the drive.

“Wait, wait, waittttttt.” She whined, waddling over to me in her heels, I just laughed at her feeble attempt to run. Walking up to the house, more and more distance coming between us, I felt like I was having withdrawal symptoms from not holding (Y/N). Opening the door we stepped inside, shutting it behind us and walking into the kitchen, pushing sweaty bodies. When we got into the kitchen, no one else was there, I smelt weed coming from outside and poked my head out of the door to find Lou, Zayn and Niall outside, smoking joints. I seriously needed some, I couldn’t help it. (Y/N) just looked at me, her eyes saddened.

“Go on.” She murmured, walking up to me and pecking me on the lips, “I’ll be here when you get back.” She said, pushing me out of the door.

“Harry!” Lou screeched, seeing me stumble into the garden.

“Lou!” I yell, tackling him and taking his joint. I look at Zayn and glance over at Niall; we hadn’t spoken since the fight.

“Look, Harry. I’m really sorry, I didn’t know how you fel-“ He started but I interrupted.

“It’s fine, Niall.” I say, pulling him in for a hug then leaning back on the wall next to Lou. I bring the joint up to my lips and take a long drag, letting the fumes haze my mind, clogging up my insides and blurring my vision.