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You’re cleaning your room and starting to pack your things for college. You take down all of your photos and posters from the walls. You put all the pictures into a box and look around the room, making sure you got all of them. There, in the corner of the room, was a picture you missed. You walked over to it, with your hand extended, ready to take it off the wall. You freeze as you realize which photo it was.
It was a black and white photo of you and Harry, hugging. You were standing in your mum’s garden. The picture was taken before prom. He was dressed in his suit and you were in your long, elegant dress.
Your extended hand started to shake as tears built up in your eyes.
The last photo I ever took with him , you thought.
You reach for the photo and gently pull it off of the wall. You walk over to the end of your bed and sat down, hanging your legs over the edge, to touch the floor. You continue to look down at the photo. A tear rolled down your cheek and landed on the photo. All the memories from that day started coming back to you
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"Harry, what are you doing?" you asked from your bedroom doorway.
You saw Harry standing in front of your dresser with the drawer open and his back facing you. He turned around and you could see he was wearing your hot pink bra.
"I can’t get it snapped!" he whined.
You started laughing at your boyfriend’s weirdness.
"Come here," you said walking over to him.
Harry turned back around so you could help him. You snapped the bra together and Harry turned around. He looked down at the bra, a satisfied smile spread across his face.
"Thanks," he said.
He walked over to your mirror and looked at his reflection. He turned to his right and then to his left. He nodded his head in satisfaction. You started laughing uncontrollably. Tears started to build in your eyes from laughing so hard.
If only your friends knew how weird you actually were , you thought.
Your laughing died down. You wiped your eyes and saw Harry, tongue sticking out and hands behind his back, struggling to get the bra unhooked. He looked up at you with puppy eyes. You smiled and shook your head as you waved for Harry to come over to you. Harry’s arms dropped to his side and he walked over to you. He turned around and you unhooked the bra. Harry took it off and grasped it in his right hand.
"These thing are so much easier to take off when someone else is wearing them," he said.
He threw the bra into the open drawer and took a step closer to you. He put his hand on your hips.
"Your turn," he whispered.
You shook your head. Harry’s bottom lip stuck out in a sad way. Feeling bad, you stood on your toes and gave Harry a long kiss on the cheek. You fell back on your flat-feet and looked up at Harry. He leaned his face closer to yours and planted a long, passionate kiss on your lips. His lips parted from yours, but remained close. You could feel his cool breath on your lips. You were tempted to kiss him again. You leaned in so your lips almost touched, but changed your mind and quickly turned away.
"Really?" Harry asked.
You looked at Harry, who had a disappointed look on his face.
"I have to get ready," you informed. "Trust me, Babe. There will be a lot more kissing tonight." You winked.
