drop dead

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Destinys POV

I rolled out of bed coming face to face with the floor.

"MOTHER CLUCKER" I yelled whilst rubbing the sore spot. I groaned as I reached for the snooze button on my alarm. Today was the day Harry was going to visit his family, today's the days he's leaving. With that thought in mind I leaped off the floor.  Within 15 minutes i was applying my make-up.  I swiped the tan lipstick across my lips while running to my closet. I pulled out my favorite summer dress and slipped it on while shoving my shoes towards my feet. Once done I ran down the stairs towards the door. Effortlessly I slipped into my FORDF150 and drove to the airport.

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I walked to the terminal just in time to see harry standing to leave.

"Harry!" I yelled while quickening my pace towards him. He turned at the sound of his name, a smile lighting his face as he saw me. His long arms spread apart waiting for my entrance. Which is what I gladly did. My small arms went around his neck as his went around my waist. He pulled my into the air and spun us in circle just like the day he asked me to be his girlfriend. I tried, but failed, at suppressing a giggle. He wore a goofy grin as he heard my laugh.

'flight 465, flight 465, boarding now.' A receptionist voice chimed through the air. His smile wavered at the thought of leaving me, but he proceeded to put me down. Once on the floor I started to pull away, but he wouldn't let me. Instead he decided to pull me closer and connect our lips. A slime spread on his lips as another giggle came out. I pulled away slapping his arm playfully.

"Go, your going to be late."

"Fine.....IF, I get another kiss." He pleaded. I shook my head with a smile on my face.

"NOP-" but before I could finish my sentence his lips were on mine again. It was short and sweet, something I'd always remember.  We both broke apart laughing.

"butt-hole."

"AWE! YOU STILL LOVE ME!" He yelled. I was speechless again, so I just smiled and shook my head.

" Bye Harry." I pecked his lips one last time before turning away. As I walked I looked back one last time, His eyes meet mine, and my heart ripped to shreds. I averted my gaze to my hands. I looked one more time and saw a tear slid down his cheek.  I needed to see that dimpled smile I loved, so I took my hands and made a heart. When he saw the image he cracked a crooked grin, whilst making the heart back.

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