Running [h.s.]

seventy | harry

Hey guys, I want to thank you for your patience. I promise I will try to never go this long without updating again, I just had some emergencies in my personal life that needed my full attention. Love you, thanks for reading. Here's a big, important chapter :)

BTW the song is called "Green Eyes" by Joseph. Remember that my Spotify playlist for this book is linked in my profile!

"Fuck it, who needs rest?" I finally give in to this overwhelming need to be close to her. It's been nearly a month since we've been physical, and honestly I'm good with taking things slow. But after the week of being apart from her-due to my own irrational anxieties-I had to express how much I missed her and how much I'm going to miss her.

While I watched her cautiously apply my eyeliner earlier, it hit me hard that this is the last day I get to look at her beautiful face, a face that should be hung in the Louvre for all eyes to see. It's the last day I get to touch her, to hold her, to feel the way she makes me feel. I never thought I'd fall so fast for a girl, especially one like Luna. Especially with the way her walls were so high up when I met her. It's been a pleasure and an honor to be able to slowly take them down, brick by brick. Nothing could have prepared me for the way I feel now that I've finally gotten to know her, the real her, underneath the barriers.

Our lips move passionately with one another and my hands grip her by her sides hard. I can feel her subtly moving her hips to release some friction, the innocent movement making my pants grow tighter. "Your lips are so soft, I could kiss them forever," I tell her.

Luna giggles, her mouth still on mine before she places a quick, gentle kiss on my lips and pulls away. "I'm going to miss you so much," she whispers, almost inaudibly.

I lean in, pressing my forehead to hers, craving the closest proximity possible to my beautiful angel. "I'm going to miss you so much," I repeat her words.

Her tiny hands work their way up my chest before she grabs a fistful of my shirt, pulling our chests flush together. I try to decipher the look on her face, though it's a lost cause. "What's wrong, baby?" I ask her, moving her long hair out of her face.