Project Cliffside

Two

I woke up to a loud bang on the front door and my heart immediately sank as I heard my parents yelling at each other yet again. "Not again." I mutter to myself. I look at the clock next to my bed: 7:34am on a Saturday. I climb out of bed and went to the open skylight in the corner of my room and gazed outside of my window. A smile formed on my face as I saw him. "Haz." I whispered to myself. I ran downstairs, shoving past my arguing parents who pretended I didn't exist and to the front door. I shut the door as soon as I got outside, letting out a sigh. For a second, I forgot my man crush was right there.
"Hey, fiz." He speaks up, making my heart jump a little.
"H-hey." My voice was embarrassingly raspy due to me having just woken up.
"You lied to me twice yesterday, didn't you?" He whispers, caressing my back soothingly.
I nod, a lump forming in my throat. I try to blink back my tears, looking up at the sky.
"Oh, fiz." He whispers, not questioning me or being mad at me whatsoever which I found weird. Normally I'd be smacked. I try to smile, but it comes out as a choking sob. He pulls me into a tight embrace, playing with my hair and letting me sob for an embarrassingly long time in his arms.
"I can't do this anymore." I whisper once I was able
to speak again, playing with a loose thread on his jumper.
"Don't say that, felicity." He says firmly but nicely. "You can do this and you will. I'm not losing you now I've found you."
Even though his words were meant to calm me down, it only made everything worse.
"Nobody's ever cared for me the way you do." I whisper, teardrops still cascading down my rosy cheeks and onto my neck.
"As sad as that is, I'm glad I'm the one to show you what love is like." He whispers back.
"You love me?" I look up at him, mascara stained on my cheeks.
"More than you'll ever know." He whispers back, wiping some of the mascara off.
"Thank you."
Just like that, he pulls me in and kisses my lips. I gasp softly, not expecting it. The kiss was slow and soft, his intentions evident. He wanted me to feel comfortable, and I needed that.
"I love you, felicity." He whispers as his forehead falls against mine, his breath spreading into my mouth like a cloud of heaven.
"I love you too, Harry." I whisper back, smiling genuinely for the first time in a while.