Colors//H.S

"I promise Harry"

A/N:
Sorry i just adore this picture of harry on the DWD set! ahhh i'm excited for this movie!!

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The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts
                                 ~Marcus Aurelius

                                          
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After the little escapade at the party, Harry and I decided to head home. Barely making it to the car before his lips were on mine.

We said goodbye to Sarah and Mitch and told them it was the best birthday i've ever had. They apologized for Brandy but I told them it wasn't there fault. I also told them that it felt good to let out all my rage, even though I sort of felt bad for taking it out on her, but then I look at Harry, and I see his hurt and his pain. But I also see his love and passion and I don't feel so bad anymore.

People like Brandy, have no empathy. They don't feel sorry and they don't care about anyone else but themselves. And people like Ian take advantage. They make you feel weak and vulnerable and that's something i'm tired of feeling. I'm tired of going on a walk and looking over my shoulder to make sure i'm safe.

I'm tired of Harry having to go with me to a store, just so I feel safe. Don't get me wrong though, I love that he goes with me. But it can feel....suffocating sometimes. Having to be watched because men, mostly, are terrifying.

But in this moment, with Harry, i'm not thinking about any of that. Just him and me, and the road ahead of us on our way home.

Finally, we pull into the drive way. Harry puts the car in park but doesn't make a move to get out. Instead, he turns in his seat so he's facing me so I do the same, a quizzical look displayed on my features.

"Are you alright?" I ask him. Hoping the answer is yes.

"Yeah i'm fine, just wanted to see if you were fine"

I'm confused.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I ask, hoping he will elaborate.

"Well, just because the thing with Brandy. I wanted to see how you were with it now that the adrenaline high is faded" said Harry, folding his hands in his lap, and looking at me cautiously.

I place my hand on top of his folded ones, "I'm alright Harry, I promise" I smile sweetly.

He huffs out air through his nose and closes his eyes in relief.

"That's good. C'mon, i've got a present for you!" he says, hopping out of the car before I can even register what he said.

"Harry, I told you I didn't want anything" I argue, while he pulls my hand leading me towards the door.

"I know, but I wanted to" He smiles cheekily, his dimples on display.

*Play Paint by The paper kites*

We make our way through the door and drop off our shoes, then we make our way upstairs towards the bedroom.

"Sit" he instructs, pushing my shoulders lightly down so I sit in the edge of the bed. I smile and shake my head slightly at his behavior.

"Do you remember that day we had the painting contest and I won?" he asks me, shuffling through the closet for what I'm guessing is for the present.

"Of course I do" I decide to let him keep his big ego on the whole winning thing.

"Well, I remember something you told me, and something you asked me. No let just hope you remember as well so I don't feel ridiculous" he mumbles the last bit to himself but I heard perfectly clear.