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Take 7 - Half a Heart - Part 2

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“Are we going to play again?” I asked.

Harry shook his head. “Nah, Zayn is going to be on the phone for a while. I think we’re over for today.”

My heart sank a little. Sure, I wasn’t the biggest fan of playing games in general, but this had actually been quite fun. It was hard to believe that the night was going to end already.

I took a deep breath and smiled. “Well, then. Thank you for a lovely evening.”

Turning on my heels, I started to walk towards the car, when Harry took my hand, tugging lightly. I looked back at him, feeling confused.

“We could”—he looked down to his shoes—“go for a walk on the beach.” He shrugged lightly. “If you want to, that is.”

Yes!

I nodded, almost too excited, and grinned. “I’d love to.”

“It’s not that far, and Carl will follow us from a distance.”

My mind wasn’t focusing on the words he said. I honestly couldn’t care less about Carl. Instead, my focus was entirely on my hand. Harry hadn’t let go of it yet, and I secretly hoped he wouldn’t. A bubbling sensation in the pit of my stomach erupted. I stared at our hands, unable to speak.

“Oh,” Harry said and let go of my hand. “Sorry about that.” He gave a short laugh.

I met his eyes. Was he nervous? I knew I was, but why would he be nervous?

“Shall we?” I asked and gestured for him to lead the way.

He stuffed his hands in his pocket and nodded, then we started to walk side by side. Neither of us said anything, the silence stretching out between us.

“So…” I said, hoping he’d start talking soon.

I was hyper-aware of him. It almost felt like his body heat had a magnetic pull over me. With every step, I came closer and closer, only stepping back whenever I was inches away from bumping into him.

“Was Zayn right?” he asked.

I widened my eyes. “About what?” Zayn had said a lot to me today about Harry—I couldn’t possibly know what he was referring to now.

“When I jumped on the couple?” He hooked a thumb over his shoulder, gesturing behind us. “Did you think it was funny?”

“Oh!” I laughed as I thought back. “It was kinda funny.”

 “Not for them, though.”

“I don’t think so, no.” I shrugged. “They seemed happy enough when they got a picture, though.”

He laughed. “Is it bad that I still feel odd about that? After so many years?”

“I don’t think it’s something you ever get used to. Not really.”

Harry changed direction, and the sound of the waves on the lake increased. I looked up to see a path in between some rosehip bushes.

I pointed to them. “Did you know that rosehip contains the key ingredient to itching powder?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t know that.” He stopped to look at them. “These berries?”

“Yeah.” I took one of them. “They use these little thin hairs inside.”

“How do you know that?”

I chuckled. “My dad told me when I was younger. Lu—” I coughed. “Lulu, my friend, and I once tried to make it ourselves. We failed miserably.”