Burden // LS STORY

Part 15.

A week earlier.

I don't know what it is about you Harry, but everything with you just makes sense. I haven't known you for very long at all yet when I look at you, I see the person I wish I was. I don't consider myself to be a very decent person, I have let down the people I never wanted to disappoint, I have hurt people who deserved all the love. I feel like I have wasted so many days of my life being selfish and preoccupied with fulfilling an empty ideology of who I was expected to be. When I should have been expecting more of myself. Since meeting you, I want to be better, I want to do better. How do you have this effect over me? Right here and now with you, I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that can be.

"What are you smiling at?" Harry's query breaks my thought process.

We are each sat with our backs against opposing trees, legs weaving through the others. He was reading 'The Great Gatsby' like he usually was, and I was just jotting down some thoughts in a notebook I purchased on town visit.

"It's nothing." I lie, well not completely, but the confessions this pen were making held a different courage than what my lips had in this moment.

He rolls his eyes at me and shakes his head with amusement.

We had been alone for almost a week now with no one else around campus and it was surprisingly the most relaxed I had ever been. The person I was back in Doncaster only a few weeks ago was in complete contrast to who I was right now. I was amazed at how quickly things had changed around here.

As I peer up from my book and meet my gaze with his, his piercing emerald eyes in the afternoon light was highlighting some of his softest features, I hadn't really taken as many opportunities as I should have to admire and appreciate Harry's beauty, god was picking favourites when he created this one.

A giddy smirk plants itself across my face as my eyes trail around his exposed features. He gets all shy and self-conscious as he senses the hunger in my eyes.

"Why do you do that?" I ask him.

"What?" he replies puzzled.

"Shy away when I look at you."

I see his face go the softest shade of red in embarrassment. "I don't" he squealed.

I chuckle at him.

Just another thing to add to the list of things I admire about you Harry, you walk around with so much power in this campus, you let no one effect your mannerisms, you let no one see you flinch or see any sense of weakness, yet around me, you're not what I ever imagined. You are so much more.

"Let me call you mine"

The words trickled out of my mouth before I had the chance to stop them, catching us both completely off guard. His eyes locked into mine with shock.

"What?" he exhaled.

Even though I didn't mean for them to slip out, I didn't regret them.

"Let me, call you mine." I repeat in a more confident tone this time.

He places down his book and shifts so he is now straddling me, one knee either side of my hips, his already dominate height being intensified as he towers over me, my neck completely crooked to meet his.

His hands gracefully brushing the length of my neck and up around the back of my head, interlocking his fingers.

"Yours?" he breathed out leaving his lips only inches from mine.

I tighten my grip on his hips. "Mine" I answer before reaching my head up the slightest, so my lips meet his.

He kissed me the way I always wanted to be kissed, the kiss I had witnessed in every romantic comedy that I had once mocked which now serves as a constant desire for what I craved most. The way in which is lips graced mine was unlike any other, soft, moist, hot and breathy as we both sought a union and closeness and the sharing of one breath. I could feel the heat in my cheeks rise as his tongue touched mine, it was only swift but enough to send electric waves through me. But then they came on more firm, more determined, more curious and seeking a closeness that was needed. He held his lips upon mine just long enough that he could inhale my entire breath.