England

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The soft breeze I felt on my legs made me squeeze Harry's hands just a bit tighter looking up at him as each of his friends dropped a flower petal down into the ground. When it became Harry's turn he tugged me gently along with him, having me follow him as he and I dropped our yellow flowers into the hole in the ground. He takes a moment and closes his eyes, shaking his head slowly.

"I love you." He whispers in a very soft whisper I could barely hear.

"She loves you too Harry." I say to him, kissing his cheek earning a tiny smile from him. It was a smile that said 'I wish she weren't gone'. "She's not gone. She's watching all of us. Your her son Harry, she's in your heart...She's apart of you." I step back with him next to his friends who gave him a pat on the back. "I know." He says his voice cracking as tears slid down his face slowly.

That was the one time Harry let himself cry. That was the only time he felt real pain and the only time he was sensitive. It said a lot about his character and changed him into the man he is today.

He's the man I love.

*1 YEAR LATER*

The sun was just setting and Harry and I are visiting his mom's grave, having a chat with her. We have been doing this once every month and It became a traditional thing for us. Harry has such a tight bond with his mother that I wish I had with mine but she doesn't even know I exist. He told her a lot and would write little notes and just lay them under the flowers he would bring to her.

He's a sweetheart. I lean into him and intertwine our hands, laying my back against his chest. I could feel his heartbeat against my back and his chest vibrate as he hummed a tune. We were just relaxing right now sitting with our eyes closed. Our nice time was quickly ruined upon feeling a drop on my hand.

"Harry, it's going to rain." I tell him and he shakes his head standing up before helping me to my feet.

"Let's go before you complain about your hair." He teases, pushing me playfully. I laugh and shove him, leaning up to kiss his soft lips quickly.

"Shut up and carry me." I laugh wrapping my arms around his neck loosely.

"Yes my queen." He says grabbing my waist.I am lifted effortlessly off of my feet into Harry's arms, allowing me to bury my face in his neck hiding my face from the cold gust of wind that hit my face. "Next time you are caryin' me to the car. I'm always carrying you." I laughed as he said that only teasing me.

"Of course, we can take turns babe." I hum, cuddling up close to him only to be set back on my feet a few seconds later when we get to the truck. He had a midnight black Chevrolet and it was a few years old and a bit rusty but he loved that truck. I step on his shoe and he grabs my waist pushing me into the side of the car a bit roughly.

"You stepped on my shoe." He says a small frown curved into his lips.

"Well don't get in my way then and it won't happen." I say to him sticking my tongue out at him. I loved pushing his buttons sometimes. It was the funniest thing to see him pout and get all worked up.

"Just get in the car." He says to me shaking his head a little bit as he opens the passengers side for me to get in the car but I hop in the backseat, pulling my boots off my feet, tossing them on the floor as I wiggle my toes. "I'm not a taxi driver. Sit in the front. C'mon..." Harry groans as he closes the door.

"We can both sit in the back." I smile at him, reaching out to take his hand. "I just want to cuddle and kiss you." I pout, laying my head on his shoulder when he finally gets in the backseat.

Harry and I had this sort of story book relationship and it was fabulous. He is a sweetheart and takes care of me and I return the favor but he was an animal on the inside past all the fluffy exterior and dimples that ruined every girls life. He had this tiny little part of his brain where he would do the wildest things that no one would expect a Harry to do.

Dirty minded was one way to put it but it wasn't all the time. Only when I got him going he would turn into this animal and I fucking loved it. He was going to go away to England for a couple of weeks and he's going to be leaving tomorrow night. We only have so many hours to actually do things together and I did want him to fuck me before he left. I needed it. This past week was stressful for the both of us moving in together and having to buy a lot of stuff. Plus his friends have been on his back about money and we were stuck financial because we bought the apartment together.

"I want it right here in the backseat. Right now, please." I ask him softly in a whiney tone knowing he hated when I would do that. "I'm wearing those panties you like." I breathe out quietly.

"Now? We are in a cemetery...We can when we get back to the house. I'm not going to fuck you in a cemetery that's just so wrong on many levels." He laughs and kisses my lips softly, biting my lower lip.