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Harry seems to be in an impossibly good mood, grinning cheekily and high-fiving multiple people out of joy after we exit the bathroom, spending a few minutes cleaning ourselves up so we didn't look ridiculously suspicious with shiny lips, tangled hair and the taste of each other still on our lips.
"Could you not be so obvious?" I grumble as he cheerfully shouts to Ella, inviting her over to us.
"Hey, we're eating lunch. Where've you two been?" she asks knowingly. Harry opens his mouth to answer but is cut off by my hand clamped over his face.
"I'll tell you later."
"You better," she warns, assessing Harry's luminous smile and my flushed face with a smug smile.
"I'm so lucky," Harry mumbles as he stares at my face, eyes dragging down my body with an adoring look on his, my mouth falling open in offence as he takes a swig from my orange juice, pointing to it, with a mouthful of my drink, "this shit is good, Cherry. Try it."
"I'll get another one, you've drunk from that," I turn away, Harry stopping me with a grip on my wrist and a chuckle just as Ella sits down, Harry barely paying her any attention.
"I've done far worse, and you won't even drink from the same bottle as me."
I scowl, grabbing the bottle from his hand and throwing it carelessly over my shoulder. Both of us exclaim no! in vastly different tones and he sighs dramatically, collecting his drink from the floor.
"You even speak in synchronization, you're so in love," this time it's my turn to burst out coughing. Harry casually shrugs at her statement and grumbles at the slap upside the back of his head he receives when he bemusedly comments oh, you don't usually do that, referring to my choking.
"See if I'll ever let you touch me again," I warn, Harry trailing his pinky up my thigh and pressing it against my core, right over my clit as if to prove me wrong with seconds.
"I just did," he retorts smugly, sucking his finger into his mouth and then blowing me an innocent kiss, although the look in his eyes is anything but.
"You two need to have sex. Or children. Marriage, anything, just do it."
"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, we're dating now," I inform her, his eyebrows furrowing.
"I mean, obviously. And you didn't tell me? Some best friend you are," she scoffs, turning her nose up in mock disgust.
"It only happened last night."
"Still..." she shakes her head as if my response weren't good enough to appease her.
"And stop with all the kids and marriage shit, we've known each other for two weeks," I reject her ideas, Harry sucking in a deep breath, looking as if he wanted to add something before deciding not to, rolling lips into his mouth to keep himself quiet and nodding in agreement, "what's up?"
"I need to tell you som—"
"Alright ladies and gents, anyone who would like to participate in a tandem zip line, please make your way outside and stand with a partner within the next five minutes. Drinks, toilet, anything you need, do it now!" Carl's booming voice interrupts, Harry's eyes flashing in panic and his jaw clenching tightly at the sound, my hand fumbling around under the bench to find his and silently reminding him that I'm here. It's alright. You're okay. I'm here, baby. He seems to receive the message pretty quickly, the tension in his body relaxing slightly and squeezing my hand a few times.
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camp cherry | hs
Romance→︎ complete. 08/05/20 - 22/06/20. →︎ contains mature content. Camp Cherry in the summer of 1997 is definitely the most important choice Hana ever made. currently not allowing translations!