Remember You (Larry Stylinson)

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Not only did Harry and I go on walks in the park, but we would also take little afternoon walks in his neighbourhood when it wasn't too hot or too cold.

"I've never really explored my neighbourhood since I moved here. I never really left the house at all other than going to school." Said, Harry, as he looks around at the houses.

"How come?" I ask curiously. His neighbourhood looks very modern-looking. All the houses look like houses I would want to live in.

"I don't know, I guess I just haven't gotten the courage to explore and probably meet some people. I haven't met any neighbours, just my parents have." He explains. He stops suddenly for a second, his eyes catching a butterfly.

"Look, a butterfly!" He said brightly. He gladly, but gently takes the butterfly into his hands, and holds it carefully as it attaches itself to his finger.

"This is a brimstone butterfly, they usually appear around this time." He informs. "This one is a female. You can tell because of its pale green colour."

"It's pretty." I compliment. I admire the beautiful green creature. Its colour is a bright beautiful green, with little brown spots on its wings. It's the most beautiful green I've ever seen. It really stands out, especially with the little spots that appeared on it.

"I know, it's so beautiful." He says, admiring it. He places it back on the leaf it was on before, and it flies away to another leaf.

We walk for a little more until we suddenly felt something wet. We quickly realise that it was about to rain.

"We better hurry up and get back before it starts pouring." I warned. He nods and grabs my hand, pulling me forward as we begin to run. We run quickly in hopes of the rain not getting too heavy, but weren't too lucky. The rain got heavier as we ran, and we realise that we have walked quite a mile from Harry's house.

So we run as fast as we can, whilst getting soaked by the rain. We decide to hide underneath the roof of a neighbour's garage. We were completely drenched and soaked from head to toe. I was about to say something, until Harry suddenly starts laughing.

Confused, I asked, "Why are you laughing?"

"Because this is amazing!" He exclaims happily. He began to spin happily around in the rain.

"I've always wanted to do this. If I don't do it now, then I'll never get the chance to." He says, and sticks his tongue out to taste the rain.

"What do you mean?" I ask. Without answering, he grabs my hand and almost pulls me back out into the rain, but I refuse.

"Come on, enjoy this moment with me." He begs.

I think about it for a moment. I hesitantly step out from underneath the roof, and immediately I am hit back by the pouring rain.

I don't hate the rain, but I didn't like getting wet by it. It confused me why Harry had loved the rain so much, but I didn't judge.

We spanned around laughing, and jumped into puddles. We even held hands and spanned around in circles, danced, and tasted the rain.

"This is fun and all, but I really don't want to keep getting soaked like this." I chuckled.

"Yeah, you're right." He chuckled as well. We were about to walk away, but Harry suddenly stops me.

"What?"

"Kiss me." He says desperately.

"I've always wanted to be kissed in the rain."

I looked at him, questioning if he was serious or not. I've never been kissed, so I was a little unsure, especially in the rain. This would be our first kiss after a month of being together.