Paper cuts ( h.s fanfic)

Weekend madness

Harry and I continued watching the movie after the whole spider incident. I wasn't really paying attention to the movie, instead I payed attention to Harry's beautiful features. The way his lips perfectly curved when he smiled, and his eyes, don't even get me started about his eyes.

Harry noticed me staring at him and turned to look at me. I quickly looked away blushing a crimson red. I felt an arm wrap around my waist and pulling me close as if I'd disappear in a flash. I snuggled into his chest and fell into a deep sleep.

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I woke up in my bed where I originally was but Harry wasn't there. Instead he was on the floor. I let out a little chuckle. He was so sweet. I brought it upon myself to pull a prank on him. I took my flat iron and started to straighten his hair. It was priceless.I took a bunch of pictures so I could remember this day forever.

I took a feather and put it above his nose. He started to sniffle. It was the cutest thing ever. Finally his eyes popped open and he had a confused look on his face. I giggled. I can't believe I've known him for a day and a half and i already have such strong feelings. But i keep reminding myself i have to keep a distance. After what happened last time, I don't know if i can ever trust another person with my heart.

Harry looked at me almost ad if he was trying to figure me out. After 10 seconds of looking into ea h others eyes he finally said, "your making it so hard to not fall for you." I could feel the blood flow to my cheeks as i quickly looked away, far too embarrassed to say anything. He started to chuckle at my shyness and brushed the loose piece of hair away from my face so he could get a better view of my eyes.

HARRY P.O.V.

I pushed away the hairs that were blocking her beautiful hazel eyes. That was my favorite thing about her. They were brown and green with a little tint of orange in them. I always found myself staring at them. I just couldn't help it. "your beautiful, you know that right," I told her. "No I'm not," she responded in a quiet voice. I sighed. Why can't she see it. Why can't she see what i see in her. "I have scars to prove it," she whispered to herself thinking i wouldn't hear it, even though i did.

Little did she know, I have scars too.