(Emily's POV): We started by moving all of the racks and separating the props from the costumes. Harry huffed,"this is no fun." I stuck out my tongue at him,"you signed up for it styles... Once we get most of this closet clean we can have fun." Harry pouted and placed a dress on a hanger. After two hours of talking about absolutely random things and having moved out most of the things out of the cramped closet, I decided it was time to finally indulge in some playfulness. I grabbed Harry from behind a stack of dresses. My feet giddily skipped and my head occasionally looked back to see if Harry was still following me. I stopped in front of a photo booth tucked away in the corner. My eyes admired the piece of tradition. "What is this?" A gruffy voice sounded from behind me. "This Harry is the photo booth of my university. It's purpose is to take pictures of the leads before every show. The more you have of these pictures the more respected you are in this building. It's become a tradition for years now. But about every couple sneaks in here and takes pictures. Almost everyone does it. When you break up with that person, you stick the picture on the wall of tears." I nodded over to a collage of pictures on the wall next to us. The pictures were destroyed. Scribbles and provocative artwork took up the most space. In some cases whole faces were cut out. I stepped into the booth and clicked on the menu setting. I quickly pulled Harry in as the screen lit up with the number three. Unprepared, Harry's first face was of shock. He quickly recovered and pulled a silly one. I went along with that. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek after and then swiftly and firmly pressed his lips against mine. My body was not excepting this and ended up squished alongside the wall. Satisfied we clambered out of the machine and waited patiently for the pictures to print. They came slowly sputtering out of the hole. Harry rested his head on my shoulder and looked over me and at my hands where the pictures lay. The first picture earned a chuckle, my face was smiling while Harry's mouth was slightly ajar about to ask a question. The second one my tongue was stuck out and my hand reached up behind Harry's head to form bunny ears, meanwhile his cheeks were puffed up and his eyes crossed. Both the third and fourth Harry had stole a kiss, one on my cheek and one on my mouth. Another one came slowly out, waiting for us to pick it up. Harry grabbed this one and he pocketed it, and I did the same. I wandered over to the costumes and my hand skimmed through the rack. I felt a hot breath along my shoulder. "We should try some on." Harry's low voice commented in almost a whisper. I nodded excitedly and jumped over to another rack of clothes. Harry slipped away before I had a chance to see what he picked out. I disregarded this and kept looking for one of my favorite costumes. After a few minutes I still had not found that one dress and I frustratingly started with rack one again. A loud thud echoed through the auditorium. My head immediately jerked up knowing that it had to be Harry. "Harry?" My voice wavered a bit unsure of what to do. A grunt could be heard from the dressing rooms and I quickly rushed over there. Harry lay sprawled out on the floor in the exact dress I wanted. My hand covered my mouth and I stifled a laugh. Harry's hairy legs were protruding out of the base in an in unappealing fashion. I knelt down and helped lift him up, my smaller body needing help from Harry. He got up a cracked a small smile,"ta da." I couldn't stop myself and laughter came rolling out of my mouth. I steadied myself on the desk but pretty soon I was on the floor. Laughs racked my body and my hands held my abdomen. Tears brimmed my eyes that were scrunched together. Pretty soon another laugh joined me, this time much deeper. My eyes opened to find a smiling Harry looking down on me. His hand offered itself to me and I gladly took it and was hoisted back onto my two feet. "Just seeing you laugh makes me smile. You are so cute." He planted a kiss on my forehead. "Can you help me zip this up?" He tentatively asked. His eyes were half of embarrassment and joy. My hands travelled to his bare back were the zipper lay unzipped at the bottom of it. My hands were still trembling from laughing as I slowly zipped him up. After about halfway up, the zipper would not budge. This costume was clearly not made for a person like Harry. His torso was sqeeuzed into a fabric that could barely hold him, his biceps were too large to make the ruffles look dainty, and the skirt came up to his mid thigh. Small wheezes escaped his lips. "How do you girls do this?" He managed to get out." I smiled and shrugged,"one more thing to add to the list of what why we're better." I loosened up the back in an effort to release him from pain. A pair of high heels rested on the desk and Harry's eyes nervously eyed them. A smirk spread across my face,"talking about why we're better, why don't you try these on? You can practice while I change." A whimper escaped his lips as I left the room. I quickly grabbed the matching suit for Cinderella's prince and slipped it onto my clothes. I ran back to the room finding Harry shoving the shoes onto his bare feet. "Dammit these wont fit." I knelt beside him and tenderly pushed them on as far as they could go. He gingerly got up leaned on me for support. Quickly though he stumbled and fell, his whole body weight pressed onto mine. We managed to make it to the stage. He quickly took them off and dropped them to the ground in disgust. I picked them up and put them on,"look it's easy when you practice." To prove my point I danced in them, twirling around his bewildered frame. I took them off,"I can't be your Prince Charming with heels on now can I?" Harry amused shook his head. He pulled me in for a hug, his arm extending along my waist and my face being engulfed in the dress. Harry took his iPhone out and smiled goofily. I did the same and waited for the sound emitted out of the machine. We studied it. It was funny, Harry being taken over by ruffles and me being the prince and shorter than him. He positioned his phone on a chair out in the audience and quickly hurried up to me, not wanting to miss the timer he had set. He swung his leg into my arms making both of us laugh. The timer went off and the same sound of a picture being taken was heard. Harry went to get his phone and came back with a smile on his face. Both of us had laughs of joy on our faces and Harry's leg was in my arms as if he were really the princess. "That's going to be my new background." He smirked. "No!" I yelled,"I look horrible in a suit!" I swiftly grabbed his phone and ran away, hoping to delete the picture. I jumped off the stage and into the rows of seats. The sound of a dress being pulled off could be heard from the stage. Harry followed me in nothing but his Calvin Kleins. I shrieked and weaved through the seats, trying to run away. Harry soon had caught up and I made a break for the stage. Yells of prey and predator could be heard throughout the building. I clambered onto the stage with Harry literally on my heels. A strong arm swung me around and my face was blasted with Harry's hot breath. We both were panting and smiling. "Give me my phone." He playfully growled. I raised it up above my head but we both knew he would be able to get it. He reached for it but his body leaned into mine sending us both falling. He caught himself from falling on me with one hand and he caught me from hitting the floor too hard with the other. The phone was slipped into his back pocket. His bare chest leaned down onto mine and his necklaces rested in my neck, sending chills throughout my body. Our faces where mere inches away from each other and our breaths were mixed together. I searched Harry's eyes for emotion. It was a mix of longing and restraint battling each other. "What are you thinking right now?" I whispered. He licked his lips,"how much I want to kiss you right now." A tentative smile spread onto my lips,"than what are you waiting for?" Harry expertly dipped his head and met my lips with the longing I had seen in his eyes. His soft plump lips worked its magic on mine, making me want more every time he paused. He gently sucked on my bottom lip while his hand found mine raised above my head. He entwined his fingers with mine and changed the lip that he was sucking on. I stroked his hair, letting the curls attach themselves to my fingers. He continuously pecked my lips then smashed them into each other again. Our tongues battled for dominance, drifting into each others mouths. After we had explored our mouthes we went back to kissing with the lips. He left a trail of wet kisses down my neck slowly resting on one spot and sucking. I giggled at the tickle it gave me and his head came up with a smile. "You're absolutely adorable." He sat up and rolled off me. As he walked away to put his clothes back on I realized how I had never felt such longing before in my life. It was a longing for more kisses and affection, from that person that made you feel happy. As much as it scared me though, I knew deep down that this was what I wanted and what I needed.
