I Need You, Don't I?

Week 1

She spoke more.
A lot more.
We became close friends easily, and, strangely, I hope we can become more. It's only been such a short time since we met, but it's like I've known her my whole life. And I want to keep her for the rest of our lives.
Is this wrong?
Her smile is so sweet, her laugh intoxicating. The way her hair falls along her spine as the sun shines through is angelic, heavenly. Her gold eyes seem so much brighter than when we met, and her lips look so perfect. If only I could feel her, every inch of her perfection.
No.
I shouldn't.
It's wrong.
But...is it?
The way she looks at me, eyes full of longing; full of wonder and want to explore just as I do.
"Harry?" She whispers.
I'm brought back to reality.