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@kenziecroft: Wondering
@faithlouisak: 👀
@behzinga: Why does it feel like you know something I don't?
@freyanightingale: I NEED THOSE GLASSES
@user1: IM WONDERING IF YOU AND HARRY ARE EVER GONNA BE A THINGGGGG
@user2: omg I've been noticing them looking at each other in recent vids
Nearly a month had passed since the night in the hotel, and the only people who knew about me and Harry was the two of us and Sam. Not even Faith knew, which made me feel like a bad friend, but it wasn't fair to ask Harry to keep it a secret if I wasn't.
We hadn't talked about our situation since he'd come over to my apartment nearly two weeks ago, and things were good, all things considered.
It was obvious we both had real, deep feelings for each other, but that conversation hadn't happened yet. We had, however, taken to spending evenings together where we could, sharing looks at shoots, finding ways to be close to one another whenever possible.
And, of course, most importantly we'd found ways to share a bed most nights.
Tonight was another one of those nights, except I was going round to his because he finally had a free apartment.
I'd gone over to his numerous times, but not ever in this capacity.
I knocked on the apartment door, instantly hearing footsteps approaching, the door unlocking to reveal a smiley Harry, ushering me in.
"Hey," I smile, reaching up on tip toes to press a kiss to his cheek.
"Missed you," he replies, wrapping his arms around me.
"You saw me yesterday," I laugh, linking arms with him as he leads me into his bedroom.
"And?" He replies like usual, because we have this conversation almost every time we see each other.
I jump onto his best, nestling up within the pillows that are sat up against the headrest. "And you're clingy," I finish his sentence, waiting for him to come join me.
It doesn't take him long to come and find his way to be my comfort, and soon I'm in his arms as he plays with my hair. It's a nice feeling, one I can definitely get used to.
He switches on his TV, and it plays in the background as we're both on our phones, doing our own thing. We don't feel the need to talk at every moment, because just this is enough, for both of us.
