Stuck With You

Harder Than I Thought

Harry and I, arm in arm, as the last dance of the night play. I haven't been anywhere without Harry. Other than the bathroom, from the moment, that the words 'I Do' left my lips. My eyes are starting to hurt with all the flashes, my face hurts from all the smiles. It wasn't bad, but it was odd, hard, all the lies I told that day is going to catch up with me. I'm not looking forward to that.

"It'll be okay." He whispered in my ear as if he could read what I was thinking.

I just smiled up at him. Smiling back, he moved a piece of hair that was falling into my face. Harry and I jumped when a voice said: "The jet is ready." Jack placed his hand on Harry's shoulder. Goodbyes, tears, more photos, and an outfit change later I was sitting on a jet. Just Harry and I. He sat next to me; his look told me he wanted to ask if I was okay. Biting his lip, he changes his mind. Laying his head back, yawing, he slips his hand into mine. Why? I don't know it's not like anyone was going to see us. This jet was just for us. So, why did he slip his hand in mine? Ten minutes later he was out, and tears were wanting to come, daring themselves to slip over and roll down my face. This was harder than I thought.