We were watching one of the classic love films, The Notebook. Well, not really us, but our parents, we were just playing in the background. We both though it was gross, then my mom reminded us that we would both have our first kiss any day now. After that, we ran up to the tree house, and he kissed me like it was nothing.
                          
"You kissed me." I smiled, looking into his eyes, propping myself up on his chest.
                          
"You kissed me back." He reminded.
                          
"No I didn't. I thought it was gross!"
                          
"So, now i'm gross?" A faked hurt expression taking over his face.
                          
"Harry, you were, what, twelve. I was nine. It was pretty gross." I laugh. Before I knew it, Harry flipped us over, him now positioned between my legs. His hands tickling my side. His laugh filled the air as I shouted out random characteristics that he used to posses. "Those braces! And the glasses!"
                          
"You had glasses, too!" His hand now intertwined with mine, next to my head. "They were the big nerdy ones at that!" Dimples prominent as he smiled. He lowered himself so his lips grazed mine. I closed the space between us, feeling his soft lips against mine. Harry literally had the perfect lips. They were soft, and still rough, they were pink, and plumb, all in all, just plain delicious.
                          
"Your lips..." He whispered, barely touching his lips to mine as he spoke. "Are so fucking perfect." A soft peck was placed before I took his new piece of jewelry between my teeth. A soft moan falling from his lips.
                          
"We need to clean that."
                          
"One night won't hurt it." He smiled. His lips connected to the tip of my nose, making me squint my eyes shut. "I like you." He smiled again.
                          
"I like you, too."
                          
"Mhhm..." He murmurs into my neck.
                          
"You're very cheeky today." I smile. He releases my hands, allowing me to wrap them around his neck, my fingers getting lost in his curls.
                          
"What's not to smile about? I have an amazing...Son, and a beautiful," He placed a light kiss on my jaw, "caring," another kiss was placed to the base of my neck. "And perfect girlfriend who I absolutely adore." His lips met mine in a short, sweet kiss.
                          
"I'm not perfect."
                          
"Well, you're pretty damn close."
                          
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When I opened my eyes to find darkness. I must have fell asleep. My body instantly felt cold, my arm scanning the bed beside me, only to find a cold spot where Harry's body would usually be. My feet hit the cold wood of Harry's floor. I patted through the bathroom, and down the halls, but he was no where in sight.
                          
"Harry?" I quietly call through the dark flat. A stir sounded from the kitchen, I made my way downstairs to find Harry leaned against the counter. A bottle of something in his hand. "Harry?" I whisper. He stays quiet until I am able to get close enough to him to remove the bottle. "Harry look at me..." His body slowly turns, his gaze looking down at the floor. "What happened?"
                          
"The doc told my brother that... Erm, she's dying." His gaze lifts to mine. His eyes are bloodshot, and puffy. His cheeks tearstained. I take his hand in mine, placing soft kisses on the back of his hand.
                          
"Come back to bed, Harry." My lips connected with his, silently pleading him to come with me. I guided him back to his bedroom, allowing him to sit on the end of the bed. He looked so broken. So sad.
                          
"I don't want to lose her, Janissa. She's all I have." He whimpered.
                          
I kneeled before him, making him look me in the eyes.
                          
"You have me, a-and Jess. We're not going anywhere. I promise."
                          
He nodded his head, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me into him. His head rested on my chest, letting my fingers tangle in his hair. He pulled away from me, too soon for my liking.
                          
"I'm just gonna l-lay down-n." He smiled weakly, fighting back a few more tears. It was a strange sight to see Harry so broken. He was always so strong.
                          
"I'll be right back." I silently exited the room, and quietly snuck to check on Jess. To my surprise, he was awake, coloring in the corner of his room. "Jess? What are you doing awake?" And why are you so quiet?
                          
"I couldn't sleep..." He pouted.
                          
"Hey, listen. H isn't... He's kinda sad right now. Do you want to go give him a hug for me?" I shly smile. Part of me thinks Harry will kill me for this, but then again I want him to feel better. Jess sends me a smile before following me to Harry's room.
                          
"Haz?" He whispers in the doorway. Harry's eyes shy open to be met with big blue ones. A small smile overtook his features.
                          
"Hey, bud." His voice rough, and hoarse. Jess crawls on top of Harry, hugging him tightly.
                          
"I love you, daddy." Jess whispers.
                          
The words bring tears to all of our eyes. I make my way over to Harry as he sits up, placed a small peck on his mouth, then crawled into bed next to him.