harry
"i think we're landing in three or four hours." brooke said, tilting her head to look out the window. "the sky looks so pretty harry, you're so lucky to have been living here your whole life so far."
"isn't new york cool?" harry asked.
brooke shrugged, "in certain areas it is, at night. but i dislike it because so many people are living on the streets and people are constantly being robbed or mugged. it takes away the beauty of the place."
harry nodded and smiled lightly at her answer. harry liked her because she was so thoughtful and every thought she has on something sounded so poetic, (that's what he thought at least).
"i can understand that." he nodded, pushing his hair out of his face.
brooke sighed and rubbed her eyes, "i'm so tired, you may have to carry me to your car."
harry would actually love to carry her to his car, but he wouldn't tell her that. "you wish."
"harry," she whined, he thought the sound of her voice was sweet and gentle, "i'm serious, please?"
harry sighed and rolled his eyes playfully, "okay, okay. i will." harry smiled at brooke, his hair once again falling over his eyes.
brooke squealed and smiled widely, "oh my gosh, yes!"
harry smirked and shook his head, "you're so adorable."
brooke blushed and rubbed her tired eyes for the hundredth time, harry couldn't wait much longer to have her in his arms.
an: this might be translated into spanish ¿? i'm not sure yet
