69 years later, me and harry are old and wrinkly. its ok. i like wrinkles.
harry and i were staring into eachothers orbs when all of a sudden i through up at him. he didn't mind.
"DONT WORRY LUV OUI'LL GE- I-" he then leaned down and licked it all up, making seggzy slurping noises. he then kissed me passionately.
we then realized randomly throwing up is not normal, and figured out i was pregnant with harrys child. "OUH MOI GOD WEER NAEMEENG ET ISHMAEL" harry exclaimed, his green orbs radiating with excitement. obvs i agreed
i birthed him 4 years lader. he was missing a tow but its fine, he gets it from me.
then harry ran me over with his car.
i died.
the end 👹👹👹
