This is going to be a short chapter, because the next chapter will be in Harrys POV.
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I almost moved. Almost. But Harry moved some-what closer, turning on that blank, concentrated expression that drives me mad. He moved closer, so his lips were by my ear.
“Never mess with me, Lou.” He pulled back quickly, and splashed me. I was caught off guard, and stumbled. Figures. Why would I think it was more? I brushed it off and swam out from under the bridge, suddenly cold, despite the fact that I was wearing my red hoodie. I shivered as I pulled myself up onto the bridge. Harry looked at me funny, and I shrugged. “I’m cold,” I complained.
He nodded, and climbed out and sat next to me, our feet dangling over the edge. The sun began to set, and I leaned my head on him shoulder, something I do all the time. Even before the feelings had settled in. I lifted my head, and stared into the water. Before he could say anything, I stood up, grabbed my Toms, and walked away. I was exhausted. I looked back, expecting to see Harry following, but he just sat there. His expression…lonely.
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