I will share my fries with you even when you've finished all yours and your still hungry
In the McDonalds where the pair sat, Harry and Camila had made a game of counting how many paparazzi they could count. "There's another one." "Where?" "See the girl ordering? she's got a camera with her." Harry leisurely pointed. Camila tossed another fry into her mouth, her gaze following Harry's long finger. "Oh yeah. How bout the guy behind me?" "The one in the red shirt?" Camila nodded. "Yup. He's got a camera."
"How many is that?"
"Seven."
Camila laughed, reaching to grab another fry, but found none. Her smile faded, her bottom lip sticking out. "I'm out of fries." Harry smiled, pushing his carton of fries towards her. "Have mine. I'm done anyways." Harry bumped his shoulder against hers, smiling down at her. Camila bounced up excitedly. "I swear to God, i love you!" She reached up, her hand wrapping up around his neck and pulling his down into a sweat kiss. Harry heard seven cameras click, and grinned into the kiss, pulling away, plucking up a fry and feeding it to her.
