First Love // H.S.

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'Luke, I'd like to get to know you a bit better. Walk with us.' Anne says to break the awful silence. Before Luke can protest, Gemma grabs his arm and pulls him away, Anne walking beside them. Now I'm alone with Harry.

'L-Long time no see.' I stutter at him.
'Three months isn't a really long time.' He answers, making me feel awfully stupid about what I just said.

'How've you been?' I ask.
'Good, actually. You?' Harry answers while he plays with the branch in his hand.

'Honestly, I'm not at my best. But I'll get over it.' I tell, staring at my feet.
'Really? I thought you were happy with your new boyfriend.' Harry answers sarcastically.
'I am.' I quickly say.
'Then what's the problem?' Harry asks while he breaks the branch in two.

You, Harry. I'm still in love with you. I want you back more than anything.

Obviously, I'm not gonna say that to him.

'Um, just stuff. I don't think you really, um, you know, care.' I stutter, my cheeks burning up.

'You're wrong. Of course I care.' Harry tells. I don't say anything back, just keep staring at my feet.

'Hey, look at me.' Harry orders. I hesitantly look up at him. As soon as we lock eyes, many butterflies flood me.

'It's been two years since our first kiss. Did you remember? Two years ago today, we kissed for the first time.' He tells.
'Of course I remember. Tomorrow would be our two-year anniversary if we were still together.' I say with a little chuckle. Harry chuckles too, looking away from me.

'Remember how you accidentally told me you loved me in the taxi?' He asks.
'That might have been the most stressful moment in my life. It was our first day. And how you pretended like nothing happened when we arrived at the hotel stressed me out even more.' I tell as all the memories come back up.

'Best day of my life.' Harry responds, leaving a silence.

'Remember the twelfth of September?' I ask. Harry looks back at me.

'Best night of my life.' He answers.
'Weren't you nervous?' I ask.
'Yeah, I never told you this, but I actually wanted to call you and tell you I got sick and wouldn't be able to make it.' Harry tells. I let out a laugh.

'I was praying my parents would cancel their date night.' I confess then.
'It was pretty obvious you were nervous, actually. The way you said hi to me sounded like you were about to jump out of a plane.' Harry tells, making me laugh again.

'I really want to jump out of a plane with a parachute someday, though.' I say. Harry looks at me for a second, and then starts laughing.

'What?' I ask, feeling myself smile.
'You, jumping out of a plane? Whenever I would throw you on my neck you would start screaming that it's too high.' Harry answers through his laughs.

'Because that is too high. You have any idea how tall you are?' I ask.
'I'm not that tall. You're short. But what did you expect? You're related to Louis, and he's really short.' Harry comments.
'Five six isn't that short!' I protest.
'Wait.' Harry says while he stands beside me. He ducks down until he's as short as me.

'Whoa, this is how you see the world?' He asks.
'Can I see how you see the world?' I ask.
'Sure.' Harry answers while he turns himself to me. As soon as I realize he's going to pick me up, I jump away from him.

'You're not picking me up, Harry!' I shout at him. He laughs, and walks after me. I quickly jump on a rock, what makes me even taller than him. I turn myself so that he's in front of me, looking down at him.