Unconditional

Chapter 16

My eyes focused on the small detailing of the city. I hadn't realized how high up we are. We were completely surround by all of London. I was in such a awe at the sight. The sun cascaded a yellow orange glow over the whole city. I could feel the warmth hitting my cold skin. I looked over at Harry who was taking it in as well.

"Incredible isn't it?" He says making contact with me. I look into his glittering green eyes. I walk closer to him.

"This is absolutely breathtaking." I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear to stop it from blowing into my face. "This isn't a bad place to die actually." I hear him chuckle under his breath. "How on earth did you know this was here?" He put down the backpack and began to unzip it. He pulled out a blanket for us to lay on. I sat down next to him crossed legged. Are skin was barely touching , but I could feel his heat.

"My mom brought my sister and I here as kids. We would have Sunday Picnics up here. I remember my sister and I would chase one another up here. My mom would almost have a heart attack. She was worried one of us would push each other of the ledge. I imagined a small Harry running around chasing his older sister. The thought caused me to smile. "I thought I was on top of the world . I was unreachable , you know? All my worries simply had faded away.

I nod my head in agreement. This was such a different side to Harry I haven't known. I could see it in his face as he retold his happy childhood moments. This was his serendipity and hiding place.

"Would you like some wine?" He changes the topic and pulls out a bottle from his bag.

"I would love some. Good wine with a good view."

"Shit." He says.

"Everything okay?"

"I forgot the glasses." He chuckles.

"That's okay, we can just share the bottle, unless you think I have cooties." I grin.

"Of course not." He opens up the cork and hands me the bottle . I take a small sip of the red wine. I cough a bit and hand him the bottle.

"I'm not much of a drinker, but it's not that bad."

"I don't drink much either, I don't see what the fun is in it." He says.

"That's exactly what I think."

"Great minds think alike."

"What's your mom like?" I say . I really don't know what for. I guess I was curious about his life. He set the wine bottle down between us and turned to face me.

"Well..." He starts. "She's the most beautiful human being that's been in my life. She's so passionate ,caring , and loving. She's my number one supporter in what ever I do." He looks into my brown eyes. I feel his eyes tracing my face.

"What about your dad? I say. He quickly looses contact with me and looks out over the city. He looks down at his hands as if he is thinking of his answer. He cleared his throat a bit, but still focused on something.

"He died when I was 13." He quietly says. I could see the broken boy that was unraveling in front of me. I instinctively reached out and put my hand over his. He traced patterns with his slender fingers on my palm. The sensation causing me to get chills up my spine.

"I'm so sorry Harry." I whisper. I can feel the sadness in the air around us.

"It's okay, it was long ago." He finally looked up me with sadness in his eyes. "My mom is with someone she loves know and he treats her good. She was with someone for a very short time who has hurt us all, and I were to see him again , I don't know what I would do.I.. vowed I would never be like him."