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Flying alone in an unknown park, a butterfly swoops over a patch of flowers. Its needle-like legs tremble as it lands on the blooming bunch. Dipping its head down, it smells the natural, sweet smell. It brought the blue butterfly back home.
The flower, partially bloomed, opens as the butterfly gets more comfortable. The petals flutter open and closed as time goes on. Almost as if the butterfly flits in and out of the flowers being.
On a bench close to the flower bed, two soulmates unlock their minds. They're the key to each other. When they're connected, openness is evident.
"Lainey, what I have done to you is wrong. I love you and you know that. We've been friends for years now. Don't you think it's time to light another candle?" the man pleads, grasping the hands of the frail girl.
"I'm happy now. I have a job. Harry, I'm following my dreams," she sighs, pulling her hands away, "I'm leaving in two weeks. I've been offered a deal on the East Coast. They want my writing in a special edition magazine. I have an offer for a column in the New York Times. They want me."
The curly boy runs his ringers through his recently short hair. A smile blooms over his fair skin, "Of course they want you. Everybody wants you, Angel. I want you."
The blonde comes to a realization as she surfs through her memories with him.
Soon enough, Harry and I were both curled up on the couch enjoying the silence that the day brought us. His head laid in my lap and his feet hung from the end of the couch. I tousled my fingers through his curls. That was one of my favorite things to do and I know he didn't mind it either. His hair was always so soft and well-kept. It was satisfying to play with. Since it was getting longer, I could even start to braid a little bit of it, though I was terrible at braiding hair. He let me do it nonetheless. He could care less if his hair was braided or all made up into a cute masterpiece, none of which I could achieve. His magnificent evergreen eyes started up at me and acted as if they were looking at the sun.
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"Elaine I-" he paused trying to find the right words, "I think I love you too."
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"Whatever she needs me for, I will be there," I mocked while falling into his embrace. I wrapped my legs around his slim waist and rested my head on his shoulder. I kissed his neck lightly and laughed.
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"Knock knock," I said quietly.
"Who's there?" Harry replied timidly.
"I like."
"I like who?"
"I like you," We both stopped in our tracks. That's how I did it. I told Harry how I felt with a goddamn joke. We stared at each other with an intense look on our face. I couldn't help but admire his beauty. He was literally perfect.
"Finally you admit it," Harry's voice was deep and raspy.
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Our eyes met and I raised my eyebrow, questioningly. He put his hand out for me to grab and led me to the dance floor. His large hands rested around my waist and I intertwined my fingers behind his neck. He was so tall it was hard for me to reach. The song playing sounded similar to Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison. Harry tightened his grip, pulling me closer. Our body's almost touching. He looked down at me and our eyes met again. The warm lighting in the tent made his eyes appear lighter and showed the flakes of evergreen in a pool of emerald.
"Why do you have to be so tall?" I muttered. I was 5'6" ish, which was normal, but not compared to his towering six feet.
"The only question we should be asking is why are you so short?"
"I am not short. I am normal-sized," I countered pinching his neck. He flinched and backed away. He rubbed his neck and put his hands back around my waist. I reset mine as well.
"Okay, okay, you're not short," he surrendered. Harry then began singing along with the song. Only he changed the lyrics.
"All along the waterfall, with you, my blue-eyed girl, you, my blue-eyed girl," He sang, beautifully, may I add. I remember him saying he'd like to be a singer, but I never thought he'd be this good. From the few words he sang, he could be big if he really tried. I'd definitely be a fan of his. I shook my head and giggled at his lyric change. His hand left my waist to tip my chin up.
"Sing with me, Lanie," he whined, I shook my head no. If there was one thing, I couldn't do, it was sing. And dance, but definitely no singing for me.
"I am not singing Harry."
"Oh come on," he urged, he got significantly louder, "Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da Just like that Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da, la te da."
My hand flew to cover his mouth in embarrassment. He sang against it. I could feel him smile as he removed my hand. I leaned into his chest, blushing like a mad man. His chin rested upon my head and we swayed, not at all in time with the music.
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"Excuse me?" I asked biting my lip. His eyes locked with mine and made me melt instantly. I took a shaky breath, "Partners. I mean do you, uh, wanna be partners?"
He nodded and scooted his desk close to mine, "I'm Elaine Harper. I'm new here. You?"
"Harry," he responded shortly, opening the book on his desk.
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"Marry me," she states.
"Elai- what?" he drops his jaw.
"Harry Styles I said marry me," she repeats louder, "That was a declarative statement, by the way."
"I know," the boy laughed heartily.
"I'm really putting myself out here Harry. If you don't respond I am going to look very fool-"
"Fuck yeah!" he shouts, "Elaine I will marry every single day if I can."
The boy picks the girl from the bench and connects their lips. He swirls her around and then sets his happy ending down.
"I love you, Angel."
A/N
Okay so I changed my mind once again. Heres a small final Epilogue. I haven't written about these two in so long so it was going to be hard to start again. Also, go check out Cloud, my new dark Harry fic. Much love xx
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