Hoax

Chapter sixty-nine

Estelle Adler 

Kissing Harry is a euphoric feeling.

A feeling which can't be beaten. 

I relish in his touch, completely. 

I meant everything I said, and I can only hope he did too.

His emotional outpour, in which he told me how special I was, and how much I mean to him, completely melted my heart.

I couldn't think straight.

I was sat before him, trying my best to remain composed but tears threatened to fall from my lash line and sure enough, they broke free with no mercy.

He said the sweetest things and it felt like the biggest relief, hearing them fall from his lips.

All I wanted was for him to say he'd fight for us; to put our relationship first and realise that we are truly meant to be.

He said all those things, and more.

In this moment, I feel beyond grateful that Jenna bought me here tonight.

If it weren't for her, I would never have had enough courage to walk back through Harry's door.

I was too scared of rejection; I was too scared that if I poured my heart out to him, like this, then I would receive an answer which I didn't want to hear.

Even as Harry asked me if I would fight for this, I was reluctant to tell him the truth. I tried to flip the question onto him first, so I would know whether I needed to alter my answer to match his, but sadly he caught me with the typical - 'I asked first', response.

It was risky, telling Harry how I truly felt, but it was a gamble which paid off.

Therefore, as I sit here in Harry's garden, hugging him in a tearful silence, I feel elated that I took the risk and told him how I felt.

"I love you-" He mumbles the same three words against my shoulder.

He can't stop saying it.

In the past two minutes alone, he must have said those three words, under his breath, at least twelve times.

"I love you too" I respond, sniffing harshly and pulling back slightly from our embrace.

I look into his green eyes, taking in the sight of him before me.

We may both be a blubbering mess; sniffing and wiping our tears profusely, but he still looks indescribably handsome to me.

Green eyes.

Curly, brown hair.

Pink, rosy lips.

Sharp, chiselled jawline.

Everything about Harry, is perfection.

I couldn't love him more if I tried.

"Should we, er-" Harry sniffs harshly and rubs his nose with his ringed, index finger. "Go back inside?"

I wipe my eyes and clear my throat, trying to gain some composure like he is.

"Yes, baby" I respond, secretly relishing in the feeling of calling him such a casual pet name, again.

I stand up from my position and Harry shortly follows, returning to his full height and therefore, completely towering above me.

I turn around and head towards Harry's bifold doors, sniffing and wiping my face as I walk.

I get within touching distance of the handle, when I feel Harry tug my hand.

"Hey-"

I turn around, as Harry's large hand encases mine.