sincerely, harry || h.s

Page Three

Page Three

Remember a while ago; when it was your eightieth birthday party, two years ago in a few months, you were so unbelievably drunk I had to basically father you for the whole night? You kept saying weird stuff like you were going to become a killer whale when you die and you were going to go to your house and eat that fish that you had that you hated a lot. You’re some kind of weirdo, Emma, I swear. But you sure made me laugh, and you always knew how to, you also said some other stuff when you were drunk – but let’s not get into that.

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I admired her from afar, with her friends and her dancing uncontrollably on the table top as they drank out of their red plastic cups of some content that I didn’t even think was legal. Emma kept singing loudly the song that was playing – oblivious to the words she was as she just hummed the tune with her mouth. She then made her way over to me, her brown curls bouncing as she unsteadily made her way over. “Harry!” She slurred messily, the contents in her cup were spilling as she was clearly overly intoxicated. I smiled up at her from my sitting position and mocked her. “Emma!” I known her for a few months now, we’ve grown quite fond of each other, enjoying each other’s presence almost every day.

“Come, come, come!” She repeated to me as she grabbed my hand and led me up to the table with her. “Emma, I’m not getting on the table.” I stood my ground, chuckling slightly as she looked down at me with her big, brown eyes that I loved so much. Her lips grew into a deep frown as she let out a loud whimper.

“How come, Harry! Why are you such a Debby Downer.” Emma gloomed down at me and I nodded my head in disbelief “It’s time to go, Emma, you’re drunk.” I told her, not wanting her to get hurt in any way unnecessary. She groaned loudly and climbed off the table thumping her feet the whole way out of the house party.

“You ruin everything.” Her voice was deep, and angry. I knew she was drunk – hell, I knew she was fucking intoxicated to the point where I think she wouldn’t even remember three quarters of tonight.

“You know, when I die… I’m going to reincarnate into a killer whale and kill that stupid fish my dad got for me. That thing is so mean.” Emma threw her fist in the air with anger as her face stood still. Once again, I nodded my head and let out a slight laugh. “You’re too much.” I told her as she rolled her eyes.

“Can you carry me?” She asked me, stopping in her trace and looking up at me. I looked down at her, admiring her features even though she was messily drunk. Her brown hair cascaded down to her shoulders framing her face almost evidently perfectly. Her long, black eyelashes surrounded her big, brown eyes that almost made my knees shakily weak. Her tan skin still managed to make her cheeks a light hue of pink. I nodded my head at her response and picked her up on my back and continued to walk down to the sidewalk. Her chin rested on my shoulder as I felt her warm breath hit me, trickling down my neck.

A few more blocks down, we made it to her house. I let her down quietly as she waited for me to unlock her front door and proceed up the stairs quiet enough to not wake her parents. Once we both made it to her room, I tucked her in her bed snuggly, knowingly enough so she was more than comfortable to rest.

“Thank you, Harry.” She slurred quietly as I kissed the top of her forehead. Gently, I tucked her brown hair away from her face, smiling down at her.

“Goodnight, Emma.” I quietly told her in a hush tone as I watched her eyelids grow weary and drift in a deep, peaceful slumber.

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I wanted to say that I loved you that night – even though you were drunk, just to see what your reaction would be. Just to see if your eyes lit up.