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I opened Harry's car door, looking at him warily, "Am I going to have to carry you out too, princess Harry?"

He rolled his eyes, glancing at where we parked. It was a kid's park on a large empty land. The lady from the pharmacy had told me that there was rarely anyone here because parents were afraid they would lose their kids amidst the spindly trees. That was shortly followed by how she wouldn't recommend having 'sexual intercourse' in public.

I didn't know how I was able to walk out of that place without exploding from embarrassment.

I watched as Harry sighed and got out of the car, leaning inside again to fetch something that I didn't see until he closed the door.

My hand shot to the box in his hand, closing on it, "Not today," I whispered, looking him deep in the eyes, "please." I added.

He furrowed his eyebrows, snatching his hand from mine, "Can you quit this?" I blinked, looking at him in confusion, "Quit the silly act. It's stupid, and it doesn't fit you. I know that I don't know what your true colors are, but I'm pretty sure I can tell when eyes look dead, so quit with that sappy bull." He gave me one last disgusted look before walking away.

I clenched my fists, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath as I kept repeating to myself that he was mad and that he surely didn't mean what he said, but I knew his words would leave a trace inside.

Shaking my hands, I turned around, spotting him sitting on the ground with his back turned to me; his view being nothing but trees, and if he moved his head slightly, he could see the ghostly moving swings. I noticed the pack of cigarettes disregarded beside him.

I walked towards him, taking a seat in the spot next to him, "You agreed to my driving terms and conditions, I suppose I could agree to be your punching bag for the day."

He played with the rings on his fingers, returning to his silent treatment, but I knew what would get him to talk. I reached in my pocket for the bandage I took out from the box, smiling slightly at the picture it displayed, and attempted to stick it to the cut by his eyebrow.

He backed away, holding my wrist, and looked at what I had in my hand, "What is this?"

"A band-aid," I said innocently, showing it to him and biting my lips as to not burst in laughter.

He cringed, pushing my hand away like I held a diseased object, "I'm not putting that thing on my face."

"Why?" I smiled. "Look at it, it's Winnie the Pooh. It looks adorable." I attempted to put it again, but he pushed my hand away.

"No," he said blankly, putting his arm in front of his face as if showing me that he was ready to attack me if I dared come near him again.

I sighed, "Your loss."

"Why are we here? My arse is going to fall off because of how cold the ground is."

I looked at him weirdly, chuckling, "What?" he shrugged. "This is my attempt in cheering you up."

He hummed, looking down at his fingers, and moved one ring back and forth.

"So are you going to tell me what happened?" I tested, shooing a fly that landed on my face.

I hated insects.

He puffed air out of his mouth and lowered his head, causing me to drop down until I could see his face. He raised his eyes to mine, smiling slightly.

It was crystal clear that his anger was gradually dissolving into sorrow.

"No one speaks badly of whom I love," he rasped and furrowed his eyebrows, "And he dared cross that line by miles."