My friendship for Harry is laying on green grass on a hazy summer afternoon, hot chocolate in winter and swing sets at the park... But my love for Harry is poetry written by hand in leather journals, dried flowers pressed into novels and open button...
"I think you're the greatest person I've ever met." I say to him and he squints one eye open.
"I think the feeling is mutual, Tilly girl." He says and I sit there, breathless as if the world has stood still.
"Out of the thousands of people you've ever met?" I question him, raising an eyebrow.
"You're family. You're my best friend." He says and I realise how hard I'm smiling.
"Can I take a photo of you?" I ask him.
"Anytime." He says with a chuckle and I climb onto him as he lays down, straddling his hips and pull out my phone from the pocket of my coat and I poke at his cheeks making him giggle and covering his eye. I take a few photos and show him, and he smiles, reaching up and pulling me into his chest as I crash down into him and snuggle into his chest. He kisses my head and I giggle at him. In one swift movement he lay me down int the soft grass and he rests above me, we stare at one another. The sun silhouettes his head and his curls blow into his face.
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"Can I kiss you?" He says with a raspy voice.
I nod and he reaches his head down slowly, his lips gracefully touching mine. My cheeks flush pink and I feel my stomach grow butterflies as we lay in this field, the sun shining down onto us as we explore one another's lips and no matter how many times he asks, no matter how many times our lips meet, I'll always say yes and it will always feel like the first time. His hand cups the side of my face as he begins to move his lips away from mine but I pull his head back in and his lips caress my own once again. My fingers find their way to the root of his hair and I tug at his curls that dangle from the back of his neck and a small moan escapes his lips as he breathes into me.
"Tilly..." He says against my lips.
"Harry..." I say back against his and we kiss, his hands entangling themself into my hair.
He pulls away from my lips and moves a strand of hair behind my ear. Harry was right, the wind isn't as awful here, rather the gentle breeze touches the wildflowers around us, as they sway in the wind. Harry stands to his feet and pulls me up with him and we stand in the field as if we're the only two people on the earth. Harry turns around and places his hands behind his back openly, crouching down slightly as he looks over his shoulder.
"Go on, you know you want too." He says with a huff and I laugh and jump onto his back as his hands grip under my knees as my arms lace around his shoulders. He throws me up to stabilise himself as we walk through the field, up the small hill and back to the house.
"Hyper speed one hundred." He says quickly in a deep voice.
"What?" I say confused and with that he takes off running back to the house with me on his back and I laugh scared we will both topple over at any moment, but I shouldn't be nervous, I've never not felt safe with him. We reach the house and he walks up the steps to the porch and doesn't put me down, rather takes his shoes off at the front door and we walk past the living room where Anne and Dad sit inside reading the same books.
