are we out of the woods? | h.s

iii

~ you took a Polaroid of us

then discovered

the rest of the world was black and white

but we were in screaming color ~

"c'mere!"

harry laughed, trying to grab me to pull me against him one more time. i had pressed his hands off of my sides just in time too before the flash went off on the camera, capturing probably one of the blurriest pictures of me rushing off of harry's lap that's ever going to exist.

"no!"

i squealed, catching myself on the couch before i plummeted into it. wearing socks on our wood floors never seemed to work out in my favour. harry chuckled and didn't attempt to come after me, but gave me a longing look in hopes that alone would bring me back to him.

"el, come on, you won't crush me."

i crossed my arms and gave him a look. bullshit.

"why must i be sitting in your lap in the picture?" i whined, watching him smile.

"well would you rather be standing and slouching beside me?"

i shook my head and harry's smile only grew bigger. i didn't know why he wanted to take pictures anyway. we already had enough photos with each other to fill a whole wall, maybe two. maybe even three. but he had gotten some more film for his polaroid i had gotten him for christmas and he couldn't wait to eat it all up and go buy some more to repeat the same thing he was doing now. it takes practice getting the right photos that are worthy of being put on that wall, he had said. as long as it wasn't just a photo of me - which he had many embarrassing copies of - then i didn't mind having to pose for this.

"thought not."

harry patted his lap and wriggled his eyebrows back and forth, getting a laugh out of me. i knew i would have to give in eventually. i crawled back over to him and flopped onto his lap, leaning into his warm chest. when i pressed my head down and tilted my head towards his adams apple, i could smell the scent of the cologne i liked. mmm. his free arm wrapped around me and he planted his hand on my thigh, rubbing over the curve of my leg with his thumb. i shut my eyes and took it all in. this was a comfortable position i never wanted to leave.

"say cheese."

i laugh and open my eyes back up at him.

"what am i, five?"

he looked down at me with wide eyes, wide, beautiful eyes that sparkled with such a childish demeanor that i couldn't stop giggling as he pressed his chin down into my head.

"say cheese!"

he said behind tightened teeth. i tilted my head back forward and cuddled into his chest as i got into position.

snap.

harry sighed and pulled out the small, blank photo. i turned my body to the side so my legs hung over the arm of the chair but my head was still lying against him.

"i bet you look fabulous." harry mumbled into my hair, leaving a small trail of soft kisses along the top of my forehead.

"oh yeah, and why's that?"

"you're in my shirt, you have the messiest bedhead, and you have a stain on your leggings. you look fabulous already."

i blushed and wrapped my arms around his neck, nuzzling his head down closer to me. i ran my fingers up and down the back of his neck, from the nape of his neck to the tips of his messy curled hair that laid past his shoulders. his muscles felt tensed, but strong, and as i continued to rub him he seemed to relax in my touch.

"you flatter me."

i leaned up and pressed my lips to his throat, hearing a soft, undecipherable grumble vibrate beneath them before he pressed further against me.

"that's been my job for months hasn't it?"

"indeed it has."

i pulled away from him and we smiled at each other, just taking in the sight of one another in that exact moment. god, he was so beautiful, i was so lucky to have him. so, so, lucky. nothing else mattered besides him. i could live without anything but if i still had him, i would be satisfied. he flashed his green eyes at me as i touched his cheek gently, running my thumb over his skin. he leaned into my touch almost as if he needed it, as if he was recharged from it. he looked so little even beside my small hand, and in the fuzzy, late afternoon light he looked even more angelic than usual. god, i loved him. every time i looked at him my heart skipped a beat from all the love surging through my veins at that given moment. i loved him, i really did. he wasn't the boy i had fallen for those many months ago; oh no, he was older now, stronger, bigger, more mature but more carefree at the same time. he was a complicated one, but that's what kept me drawn to him all that time. he was a little enigma of pure bliss to discover more and more of each day.

"hey,"

harry said to pull me out of my thoughts, quickly moving to grab the fully developed picture beside us and bring it closer so we could look it over. the photo was adorable; he had laid his head against mine and our smiles were both wide and bright. our eyes also shined in the light, and the overall atmosphere was warm and welcoming.  and by the looks of contentment on each of our faces, it fit. even the fuzzies on my clothing seemed to add to the cuteness of the photo. the photo was cute, and we were too. we were the definition of cute, as far as i was concerned.

"this..." he grinned and shook the photo gently while turning to look at me. he looked so happy to have taken it, and i was happy that he was happy. that's all i really wanted for him. happiness.

"this is definitely going on the wall."

well hey there babe, this didn't really turn out the way i had wanted it to but eh what are ya going to do. hope you enjoyed this piece of shit anyway !?