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Why Don't My Parents Love Me and Other Things Skyward

     Once we were dried off and laying back down on the blankets, we looked straight up at the stars. We were far enough away from the city lights that every single star could be visible. It was absolutely breathtaking. Or maybe it was the asthma. We aren't sure yet. But based on the fact that I don't have asthma, I think it was the spectacularness of it.

     "So pretty," I murmured.

     "I know," Harry said, looking right at me. I gave him a weird look. "I was looking at how you have a freckle on your ear and it looks like another ear piercing," he explained and I laughed.

     "I expected you to go into some cliché monologue about how I think the sky is beautiful but you think I'm beautifulerest or something," I laughed again as I turned my attention back to the heavens.

     "You're a beaut," he supplied.

     "Yup. Just like that. That's exactly what I was looking for," I joked.

     "This is the second best view in the UK."

     "What is the first?"

     "You're looking at it. I bet you thought I was going to say that I was looking at it. But let's be real here. My looks are incomproable. Hair so immaculate no human can touch it. Eyes so steely they grant wishes."

     "You're right, Harry. There is just no way I can compare," I cackled after his speech. I rolled on my side so I could sling an arm and a leg around him and rest my head on his shoulder.

     "It's just not even fair, really," he responded as he began absentmindedly running his fingers up and down my spine.

     After a silence, a Psych quote popped into my head. "There are more than four... hundred stars in the universe. Maybe more. No one knows for sure."

     Harry cackled. "That is one of my favorite episodes."

     "From The Earth to the Starbucks."

     "It's freaky how you know all the episode names too. I remember once I snapchatted you one picture of an episode I was watching and you instantly knew what episode and the name. That shows you spend too much time watching that show."

     "I don't care. I count it a skill."

     "You're weird."

     "That's okay."

     "Who is your OTP?" He asked as he bit into a cookie.

     "My what?" I asked through a mouth full of chips and taco dip. That stuff was heaven.

     "Your one true pairing."

     "Oh." I though for a moment. "Shules," I decided with a grin. Harry rolled his eyes.

     "Shawn and Jules. I should have known."

     "They are also dating in real life. When Psych ends eventually, I will obviously have an emotional breakdown, but I think I will be okay long-term as long as James Roday and Maggie Lawson are still together and keep Shules alive."

     "You are going to go absolutely psychotic when it ends."

     "I'm going to need therapy," I agreed.

     "I don't know if I want to be around you for that."

     "Well, you're going to have to be. I'll need you. Nobody really understands how big of a part of my life that show is. Psych and Zac. The two things that kept me alive when I was crazy."