Sincerely, Yours.

{two}

Now we are sat on Harry's couch, a forgotten movie playing in the background as a tub of ice cream is passed between us.

Right now Harry is telling me the story of how, when he was in school, he would stick his hands to his chair with sticky tape, so when the teacher called on him, he couldn't get up.

A loud giggle leaves my lips as he leans over, almost touching my nose, with the spoon which is covered in ice cream.

I quickly lean up, wrapping my lips around the spoon as I take the bite. A loud chuckle leaves his lips as he leans forward, setting the carton down on the coffee table.

"So.." he begins, licking his lips, getting the excess ice cream off of them.

"Hm.." I encourage him to continue, smiling, as I finish my bite.

"I'm going to Jamaica in about a week or so.. " he says running his fingers through his hair.

"Oh yeah? That's really cool.. I've never been.. I've heard it's beautiful.." I smile, reaching over, before grabbing his hand, as I begin to trace is slowly, something I've done many times today.

"I want you to come with me.." he says, causing me to look up at him quickly.

"What? Are you serious?"

"Yea'.. I really want you there.. this is my first break in years.. I'll be there for about a month or two.. a lot of my family's gonna be there .. I want to introduce you to them.."  He flips his hand over, and begins rubbing the top of mine.

"Harry.. I appreciate the offer.. but that's to much.. this is your time to relax.. I don't want to be their getting in the way.." I look up at him smiling softly.

A scoff leaves his lips, and he begins shaking his head quickly. "You won't be in the way..  I want you there, love.. I promise you.."

I smile, looking down at our hands. "I'll think about it.."

"No.. you'll agree.." I can hear the smile that I know is on his dimpled cheeks.

I look up, raising my eyebrows teasingly. "Oh I will now? Why's that?"

"Because.. if you don't, I'll do something you don't want.." He looks over at me, now raising his eyebrows.

"Hm.. and what's that?" I ask, trying to hide my smile.

He quickly reaches over, his hands finding my sides, where they begin to tickle me quickly. A squeal leaves my lips as I squirm in his arms, falling onto my back. Harry is soon on top of me, tickling me, laughing.

I squirm under him, giggling loud, soon my hands reach his, and I push them off, which causes him to loose his balance. Soon his body is laying in between my legs, having fallen there.

A soft giggle leaves my lips, as I breath heavy, trying to catch my breath. Harry smiles, rubbing my sides softly, not moving from his position.

After about a minute, I smile, looking up at him, his face level with mine.

"So you'll come with me, right?" He says, still rubbing my waist.

A breath leaves my lips. "Of course I will you goofball.." I giggle. "I'll do anything, to not get tickled again.."

Harry smiles wide, leaning down, pressing his lips to mine. My hands immediately meet his cheeks, kissing back softly.

His lips move against mine as he continues rubbing my sides. Soon I feel his tongue rub against my bottom lip, and I open my mouth slightly, letting our tongues meet.