dear diary,
It's been a week since I've met Harry. I've been seeing him every single day and I wouldn't change it for the world.
Throughout the week, he has taken me on five dates. One was to the movies. Instead of watching the movie, we decided to throw popcorn at each other until we finally got kicked out of the theater. I've never laughed so hard in my life. Another one was to the ice skating rink. Of course, Harry was a pro skater while I kept falling on my butt every two seconds. Once he saw that I couldn't do it on my own, he took my hand as we glided across the ice together. Although I still slipped a couple times, Harry caught me before I hit the ice. The rest of the dates were at either mine or his house. We watched movies, baked cookies, and cuddled up to each other as we fell asleep in each other's arms. For the most part, Harry was the only thing on my mind. But I couldn't stop thinking about the phone call he had a couple days ago. He just looked so.. guilty. I didn't ask him about it because it seemed kinda personal. It still worries me though. Anyway, today Harry and I haven't spoke yet. I've tried to text and call him but he hasn't answered. He must've been busy. My questions got answered though when I heard my phone start to ring. I grabbed it off the counter, seeing Harry's name appear on the screen. Right away, I answered it. All I could hear was heavy breathing. It sounded like someone started to speak but, of course,
I woke up.
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delightful fantasies / h.s.
Fanficthe way he touched me; the way our lips moved perfectly in sync; the way he made my heart leap out of my chest; the way he loved me life with him was perfect; too bad this love only exists in my dreams
