Like I said my dad passed when I was only 4 so I've never really had a man in my life. I don't remember much of my dad except for that he wasn't mean at all. Everyone assumes my dad was mentally insane and killed himself, I don't know why though. My dad was a workaholic and I hardly ever got to see him. I really do wish he was still alive. All of my friends, except Harry, have a sweet loving father weather their parents are divorced or not. They still have one and I still want one. My mother never told me how dad died but Anne knows and still won't tell me. It makes me mad because they think I can't handle the truth and that's wrong, I look very fragile and weak, but I'm not. My mum doesn't think I can handle many things but when I do find them out, weather she tells me or not, I get stronger. It teaches me how to react.
Harry always tells me I look like a little porcelain doll, so delicate and small. I talk very soft most of the time and my skin is soft like a dolls face. The thing about Harry is, I know I'm going to marry him. I mean sure I'll date other boys and everything but it's always going to come back to Harry, just like in all of the movies, but at the moment I can't say I do have a crush on Harry. He is extremely attractive, all the girls at school love him. His perfectly curly hair, his deep emerald eyes that are outlined with perfect eyelashes, that amazing jawline. What's not to love? I do love Harry, just not in that way for some reason, but I will marry him. I'm sure of it.
Harry and I have never fought. We've known each other for so long and have never had a real fight, and I'd like to keep it that way. Every time we even start to argue about something, Harry always apologizes, even though it's usually not his fault, he still does and we end up watching tv cuddled up on the couch. I know Harry would do anything for me, and I would do absolutely anything for him. I love him and he loves me, but a family love. It almost bothers me that I don't love him like a boyfriend. He is easily the most stunning person I've laid eyes on, but it just sounds weird for me to date him right now and I hate it.
"Hey, are you okay Luna?" Harry's deep voice interrupts me from my thoughts.
"Yes, I'm fine." I say and focus my eyes back on the tv.
Harry has one of those long L shaped couches in this room, and his long legs take up the majority of one side of the couch and he leans his tall back against the top half of the couch, while my short legs only take up half of the other side of the couch with my head resting on his chest. I can hear his heartbeat, and it could possibly be the most calming sound in the world. It was quite late at night and I was exhausted, so I turn my head so my ear is laying flat on his strong chest and close my eyes. Harry reaches his hand underneath the soft white blanket that I was all cuddles into, and starts running his fingers down my back and I shift my head to look right up into his amazing emerald eyes and he stares right back into mine, his fingers still running up and down my back. Harry has the softest expression on his face right now and it's so settling. He looks at me with love in his eyes, I can tell he adores me, and I feel the same about him. I can't help but smile up at this beautiful boy and I'm granted with one of the most wonderful smiles I've seen on a boy. I close my eyes once again with the image of his smile trapped in my mind, and slowly fall asleep so the sound of his soft heartbeat. Maybe I do love this boy the way I'd wish too.
