Once in a lifetime / harry s.

30 ; graduation

I stood in the red cape, I like to call it.. as my nerves were killing me. This is happening.

"Isabel Matthews," I hear my name and wall up the stairs as fast as I can in these uncomfortable heels. Fashion hurts, I guess?

I wipe some of the sweat off my forehead, as I step onto the stage, balancing myself, and trying to look as professional as possible as I get to the principal and shake his hand, but first receiving my diploma. The light was really bright.

I smile to the crowd, well.. try to, and walk off the stage.

I get to the bottom of the stairs, and see my mom, and my siblings standing at her left and right, and in her hands a bouquet of flowers.

My smile gets bigger, and I run over to her. Wrapping both my arms around her as I try not to cry. She's played both roles since a young age and she's the reason I'm here, my diploma in my hands. My father lives far away, they got divorced when I was really young.

"I love you," She cries into my neck.

"Me too mommy." I smile, not wanting to cry. She paid too much for my makeup to get done.

"Let's go! You're grandmas waiting at home so we can go out for dinner! " She smiled.

"I'm gonna wait for Harry, we'll be there in an hour, okay?" I smile, which she doubts, but at the end agrees. I didn't tell her Harry would be eating with us for dinner.. it slipped my mind. She wasn't too fond of Harry, but she didn't hate him either, I think it was because of his tattoos. My mom absolutely hated them, which is why I didn't plan on telling her about the one I got about a week ago, it was a smaller version of the "death butterfly" I liked calling it that harry has on his stomach.

His looked so lonely, so it needed some company, and since our skins have met naked plenty of times by now, our lonely butterflies would meet as well. Stupid, I know.. but Harry told me he liked it and nothing else mattered to me.

After half an hour, I finally hear Harry's name, and see as he walks on stage, his smile lighting up the whole auditorium. There are a bunch of wolf whistles from the crowd, and I laugh at his friends. They are so dumb, especially Samuel as he screams "Sexxxxxy!" Multiple times, making some people laugh, and Harry smile wider, so everything's good.

He shakes the hand of the principal, and the old man whispers something into his ear making him laugh. As he's about to walk off the stage, he lifts his diploma in the air, and screams "Woo!" Making the others scream as well.

I laugh, and he walks down the stairs, and runs over to his sister and mom, who are just a bit in front of me. His mom becomes a crying mess, as she runs her hair through his curls, and he holds her, and a small smile is on his lips. He then hugs Gemma, telling her something probably obnoxious and she punches his arm as he laughs. I make my way over to them, and jump into Harry's arms, as he lifts me just a few inches off the ground and we spin in the air once. He sets me on the ground, and we stand there, as he buries his face into the crook of my neck. I wrap my arms around his neck, and run my fingers through his hair as well, everything's going slowly at this moment, and I wish it would stay this way. I feel his light breathing on my neck, and I smile as I plant a kiss on his head. "I love you," I whisper, and he shakes his head in agreement. He backs away from my neck as he looks down at me, a smile on his lips. Our green eyes not separating.

"We- we made it. I love you." He lowers his head and connects our lips. We move in sync for a few seconds, but then I remember- his mom. I back away, and look as Anne and Gemma look at us in awe. I lick my lips, and I already know my cheeks are red.

"Picture!" Anne smiles.

"Mom," Harry whines.

"Harry. No whining." She states, and he stays quiet, as she takes out a camera. I take my phone out and hand it to Gemma. "Take one with mine?" I ask her, and she takes it.