Don't Let Me Go.

HARRY'S P.O.V.

"There you go!" I ran up from behind Cieara and wrapped my arms around her waist and playfully growled in her ear.

She let out a giggle.

"Here I am!"

"I missed you." I said as I kissed her neck.

"Ha, Harry you only went to the bathroom."

"I know. But still... It was a lonely four minutes."

She spun around.

"Well.... maybe you'll use it before we leave the house next time."

"Like a little kid? Babe I think not."

"Well then, I don't know what to tell you."

"I can bare four minutes. I'm a tough British solider."

I bent my head down for a kiss. She replied with a peck.

"Yes. Yes you are."

I looked down at Cieara. She was wearing pink high waist shorts, a white loose tee with a pink heart on it, and pink and white vans to match.

Her long brown hair hung there as she looked at me. Her beautiful brown eyes lighting up the room along with her smile.

She's perfection.

"Harry?"

I jerked a little.

"Yes babe?"

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah.... yeah. Of course. Why?"

"You were just starring at me and I didn't see you blink really."

How embarrassing.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

She drapped her arms around my neck. She was over a foot shorter than me. She stood on her tippy toes. And kissed my nose.

"Let's get some fro-yo."

She smiled and walked away to go grab a cup.

She looked back over her shoulder and gave me another smile.

I gave a cheeky dimpled grin.

"I'm coming."

I walked next to her and stood.

"What flavor do you want Haz?"

"Strawberry."

"Hahaha!" She laughed.

"What?"

"You say 'strawberry' weird."

"Strawberry?"

"Yes. Ha, but it's cute."

"Ha well that's straw-ange. See what I did there? Hahaha!"

"Not really."

"Well straw-ange. Strawberry. Straw?"

"Oh. I get it. It was kinda lame....."

"What! Oh come on! That was pure genius."

She gave me a smirk.

"Ok. I'll admit, that was kinda clever, but not funny."

I stepped in closer.

" I guess that's all I'm going to get eh?"

"Haha pretty much."

She gave me a grin.