Colors//H.S

"I'll always stand up for the ones I love"

                     Life is a box of crayons
                             ~ John Mayer

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(TW: harry slander. Feel free to drag the character who does it) :)

                                  July 20th

It's been a month.

A month with nothing but me, Harry, painting and music.

He's showed me some of the songs he's been working on and they blew my mind. How they correlate to the things we've done, and from the things that Brandy has done.

He's a musical genius. I've known that since his first album. Even before then. But this album is so much more open, much more him. It's vulnerable, it's heart wrenching, it's happy. Literally a roller coaster of emotions but it's beautiful.

My favorite one so far, is canyon moon. Every time I hear it, my mind goes back to the time we painted, when I pushed him into the pool. Also the first time we kissed.

"Okay, on three." He says as he pulls the blanket down.

"One"

"Two"

"Three"

We show each others art work.

Harry has painted an abstract painting of a moon and what I think is a canyon.

"It's a canyon moon."

I smile at the memory like it was yesterday. I look up from my desk, and look at the canyon moon and sunflower paintings hung on the wall. Harry hung those when he made this room, it made it feel more special to know that something we did together was in here.

Sarah, (the lovely little devil she is) decided that she wants to throw a party to celebrate my birthday.

I was never one to celebrate my birthday. I never really thought it was something that should be celebrated, I was a foster kid that no one wanted. Why would I?

How she found out my birthday was the 23rd of July? I have no clue. But my gut is pointing over towards my Harold, here. I told him when he wouldn't stop asking me about it. I repeatedly told him that it didn't matter because I don't celebrate it anyways, which he looked absolutely offended by.

It was like I told him I ran over his dog, not that I don't celebrate my birthday.

So, I decided to give in and tell him. Knowing it would come back to bite me in the ass. But oh well, one little party can't hurt.

Right?

*Play Pretty face by PUBLIC*

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                                   July 23rd

Okay, when Sarah said just a little get together, I thought it would be me, Harry, Sarah and Mitch. Maybe some more of his team and that's it. Considering I don't have any friends.

But no.

I'm starting to think that she doesn't know what little get together means. Because when we showed up at her house, it was packed full.

Music blaring. People dancing, smoking, drinking, making out, practically having sex.

It took all the strength I had, not to cower away. And being thrown over Harry's shoulder, to even go inside. But Harry said that if I didn't go in, I would regret it and I wouldn't get my present he got me.