TO BE CONTINUED ( h styles )

i.

— juniper laid out all the photographs harry had given her, out on her bed in front of her. she scanned her eyes over the collection of polaroids before her and smiled knowingly when she realised one was missing. harry's favourite.

her heart clenched at the thought that he couldn't be parted with it. or maybe he'd just lost it, juniper then told herself. she never let false hope infiltrate her brain. juniper harington was a realist.

juniper thought about the time harry had first seen the photo that would become his favourite. the one he would keep in his wallet at all times.

"someone should hang you up in the louvre, my love." he'd grinned, completely awestruck by both the woman in front of him and the photo he held in his hands. "absolutely exquisite."

then she'd kissed him and shook her head with a smile.

"i love you." she said simply, wanting to remind him.

"i love you too, trouble." harry had replied with a smile. he then pulled her legs towards him and brought her into his lap, tapped her bum cheekily to get a laugh out of her, and connected their lips once again.

snapping herself out of her daydream. juniper blinked quickly and wiped under her eyes to stop herself from becoming emotional. she was tired off it, crying at the thought of harry, but it's all she seemed to do now.

with one last aching glance at the photographs and letter, juniper collected them all within the envelope. the envelope that harry had sent her, the envelope that showcased his scrawly handwriting, the handwriting that used to write her love letters. she then placed the envelope on the bookshelf nearest to her, hiding it between two books, hoping that if it was out of sight it would also be out of mind.

part 2 lets gooooo