Love in a Photograph

I knock on Harry's door hoping he will answer. Which he does, "Um I made your favourite tacos" I bring the plate up and smile awkwardly. "Thanks" he appreciates the plate. He sits on his bed and I go in and join him. I take the vacant spot next to him "I'm really sorry for what I said Harry." I try and apologise. I then start to cry not for attention but I am genuine sorry and I never meant to hurt him in any way, not Harry, my Harry I could never hurt him. "Hey, hey" he turns my head so we are facing eye to eye. "It's ok Hayls, I promise." He tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. "I'm so sorry." I apologise again. "It's ok love." He kisses me on the forehead.

"I'm sorry Harry" I apologise yet again.
"Hayley it's fine, stop apologising." He smirks. "Sorry." I say again
"I mean you know what I mean" I laugh at my stupidness.

"So what does it feel like as your last night of being twenty" Harry says to me as we eat Ben and Jerry's on the kitchen counter. I just shrug my shoulders.
'Eh"
"Fair enough answer" He smiles. Seeing his beautiful green eyes light up is like the sun is always shinning no matter what the weather may be outside.

"So is it just dinner tomorrow night?" He asks me. "Yea, you need to have friends to have a party." I say honestly.
"I'm your friend. Best friend." Harry chuckles and my heart melts. He stands up and puts his plate in the sink, "Oh I love what you've done to your hair Hayley. Goodnight."
My heart does some backflips and I smile that he has noticed most guys wouldn't but Harry did.

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