Harry's falling in love.
he's tried to convince himself that he's not, that he's simply spending too much time with her and he's growing too comfortable.
he's tried coming up with logical reasons for the euphoric nervousness he feels in the pit of his stomach every time he sees her or hears her voice, but nothing makes sense but love.
and right now, as she lays on her hammock reading a book and he watches her fondly while absentmindedly flicking through the pages of his own, he's never been more sure.
harry's so in love he feels like he's going to explode, and he's never been happier.
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Lilac || h.s.
Genç KurguA story about a blue boy and a girl with a red pen and the time they painted the sky purple.
