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As days were passing, Harry and I got even closer. He took me to new places, museums; taking pictures with his camera, mostly, of me. I like that, I read once that we take photos as a return ticket otherwise gone. And that's right. I'm making memories with Harry, and you've to be careful with who you make memories with.

Right now, we're laying on his bed, he's hugging me, I'm hugging him and it feels good.

"Noir" he says and I look up to connect my eyes with his. "I like hugging you, kissing you or simply look at you for long minutes..." he says grabbing my hair with his fingers. "...I thought that part of me didn't exist, and I really like that it does, especially, with you"

I wanted to grab his face and kiss him until I couldn't breath. But I couldn't say a word, I stayed looking at him, thinking how could this happen.

I remember when I first noticed that he looked me back, I was looking how he was playing his guitar and he noticed me.
I'm grateful, I really like Harry, and he's becoming even more special for me.

Do you ever realized how badly you're going to miss a moment while you're living it?
I do, but as my friend told me once, enjoy the moment. That's all you can do.
So I decided to grab Harry's face and kiss him, he put his hands on my back and put mines on his neck.

While we were kissing,
On his bed,
Taking our breaths,
making that moment,
Meaningful,
For us.

[...]

"Did you grab your jacket, Harry?" I asked him and took the keys from his apartment.

I'm not staying at the motel anymore, Harry almost beg me to stay with him and I did accept, after all, I like sleeping with him.

"Oui, now, lets go, we're late" he says taking my hand, making me laugh.

We're going to his home, England.
Yeah I know, Chris is going to kill me, but we're going just for two days. Harry (as usual) beg me to go with him because he didn't want to go alone. Ironic.

Now in the plane, Harry grabbing my hand, my head on his shoulder and his kisses on my head, made me fall asleep as fast as the plane arrived.

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