Letting Yourself Fall
Harry: “I don’t know why you’re so…afraid.” he mumbles breathlessly, chuckling slightly, “I mean look at me, I’m just a giant tosser!” You giggle at that, because there’s the Harry that you might just love. All flushed cheeks and long limbs and mumbled words with idiotic jokes. “I love you,” is all he says next, and it’s really all he needs to say. Because you love him just the same; you know it and he knows it too. And when his lips are on yours, they’re slow and hot and everything is just Harry and it’s good, really good. And you fall into his arms.
