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Iris sets down her phone on her counter before heading to the toilet.

Harry glances at her phone to see a conversation open, being curious, he reads it.

Iris: okay I like Harry

Beth: I see why

Iris: he's heartbroken from his ex I've got no chance

Beth: you won't know until you try

Iris: I can't do that to him.

Iris steps out of the toilet to see Harry with the biggest grin.

Without warning, he jumps up and runs over to her. Harry's cups her jaw and forces her to look at him. She smiles and him, only making Harry want her more and more. Slowly, he leans down. When their lips touch fireworks explode.

And in that moment they were both in paradise.

"You're perfect." She whispers when they pull away.

"Sometimes I feel alone."

"My love." She quietly mutters, her hand up the back of his shirt, tracing circles with her finger on his skin.

"So I think of you, and suddenly I'm not so alone anymore."

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