Spotless Mind // H.S.

forty.

"You know, I think I'm starting to like my psychology class."

"You are?" I turn my head towards Harry. "I think it's one of my more boring classes." I laugh.

"Yeah, of course Lydia. The man has a lot of interesting ideas." He smiles.

I shake my head at him as we continue the walk to my car.

The worry of yesterday is gone. Harry talked to his sister multiple times today as well as texting her in class even when he wasn't supposed to. He would always nudge me with his elbow when he wanted to show me a joke he was about to send her, asking for my approval.

I've not yet accepted the fact that he'll be leaving me. Simply thinking about it makes me anxious thinking about a life without him. I've been with him almost every single day since we met a couple months ago so it's hard to imagine what I'll do without him.

We haven't quite discussed when he'll be leaving but I know it will be soon.

As if he read my mind, he started to speak on the topic.

"Um, I talked to someone at the schools office today about leaving. They said they'd be able to transfer all my credits for when I decide to go to school in England." He said and I felt my stomach tighten.

"That's good." I said. It came out sadder than I wanted it to.

We reached my car and we both quickly got inside.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, looking over to me.

I looked in his direction and when our eyes locked, I felt the urge to cry.

"I feel so damn selfish for wanting you to stay. Your sister is so much more important than I'll ever be but I'm in love with you. And it fucking sucks that you have to leave. I'll miss you." I ramble, suppressing my tears.

His leans over to place a soft kiss on my lips, holding it there for a few seconds. I feel the butterflies all over again.

"I don't want to leave you either." He whispers.

We stay silent for a moment. I turn my head to look out the window.

"Will you forget about me?" I ask out of nowhere.

"What?"

"Will you forget about me? When you're in England. You'll be helping your sister while you go to college. You'll find a place to live and you'll probably end up falling in love with another girl. In the midst of it all, you'll forget about this." I explain. I don't want him to forget about what we had. It's one of my biggest fears.

"Never. I will never forget about you. I probably won't fall in love with anyone else because I'm still so overwhelmed by your existence Lydia." He smiles.

"You're just saying that." I mumble.

"I swear, I'm not." He says. "It's the absolute truth. I wouldn't get a matching tattoo with someone I intend on forgetting about." He smiles

I laugh, looking down at my tattoo. "You're right." I say, starting the car. "I'm sorry you're having to deal with such an emotional version of me."

"It's okay. I'm upset too. I just want you to know that I love you. You're scared and I'm scared too. I'm afraid that I'll lose you." He admits.

"I won't go anywhere. I'll be here whenever you need me Harry." I promise him.

I start to drive out of the schools parking lot and onto the road.

"I'm spending every last minute with you until I leave." He says and I smile.

"I wouldn't want to have it any other way."

I continue to drive down the road before speaking again. "What do you want to do?"

"I don't really have anything in mind. I would feel happy simply spending time with you." He says and I smile.

"How about you sing for me?"I suggest and his eyes widen.

"Sing?" He looks in my direction with a smirk on his face.

"Yes. You told me you would sing for me one day. I think today's an appropriate day for it, isn't it?" I say, driving closer to my home.

"Well today is no different from any other day. It's a rather casual day." He jokes.

As I pull into my drive way I sigh. "Harry, you know you'll be leaving soon. It'll mean the world to me if you did it." I truthfully tell him. It seems to spark something in him because before I know it, he's singing.

The beautiful lyrics of the unrecognizable song rolls out of his mouth in a sweet and blissful way. His deep and raspy voice sounds unusually sweet and soft yet still hold a low rumble.

Harry's voice is probably the most beautiful thing I've ever heard and it's easy to say that I will always enjoy it.

As he finishes his song, I stare at him with a smile that's been on my face ever since he began to sing.

"That was... beautiful. You have such an amazing gift!" I exclaimed and he smiled, his cheeks redder than usual.

"Thanks. You don't know how much that means to me. I don't usually sing for people." He admits.

"You should do it more often. It's sounds incredible. Like a sound I'll never get tired of listening to." I giggled.

We started to get out of the car and proceed into the house.

The sun was starting to set as it was somewhat late out.

I felt Harry step beside me as I looked up to the clouds. His hand grabbed mine and I turned my head towards him. Before I could speak, I felt his lips on mine.

"I love you." He said in a low whisper.

I smiled, pulling away from him.

"I love you too." I simply said, admiring his features. It's something I constantly find myself doing after we kiss.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I brought it out.

It was a reminder that read:
You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.

I immediately looked up at Harry, who was smiling like an idiot. I immediately knew he was the one who did it.

"That's honestly so adorable, Harry. Very clever." I poked his dimple before standing on my toes to kiss him.

"I did put a lot of thought into it. It's hard to get your phone and type it up before you come back around." He says.

We walk, hand in hand into the house. It's such a quiet evening; peaceful and gentle. With the presence of Harry, that feeling with always remain with me.