laying on her bed,
harry stared up at
her ceiling,
counting the stars
they glued when
they were younger
while kaylee
rummaged through
her belongings in
search of a record.
“ah ha,” she said
pulling the disc
from its house,
placing it onto the
player.
“who is it?” harry
asked, “just listen,”
she responded
joining him on her bed.
wrapping her arm
over his chest,
she cuddled into him,
burying her face in the
crook of his shoulder,
“don’t push me,”
she whispered,
“i just want to lay
with you.”
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Song on the side is what inspired this part. No, it is not the record that they are listening to. You'll discover the record, which is also the music he makes her turn off, in the next chp or so (': xx
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