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0.6.

Me and Harry are currently at his place.

Harry started to shift around and I turned my head to look at him.

He kissed me and smiled, I laughed at him and put my head on his chest again.

But he made my head rest on a pillow, than he stood up and went to the kitchen.

Harry came back with a daisy, my favourite flower, sat next to me and picked up my hand.

One last smile and a deep breath.

"If I ask you now to be my Girlfriend you need to say yes. Because rejection can lead to emotional stress for both parties involved. And emotional stress can lead to physical complications such as headaches, ulcers, cancerous tumors, and even death. So for my health and yours, say yes." Grinned he, nervously.

I started to giggle.

"Do you even know half of the stuff you just said? But yes, I would love to be your Girlfriend, Boyfriend."

We kissed again and I couldn't be happier than I was now.

I was close to breaking down.

"Hey, Summer you can stop if you want to." Said she. I cleared my throat and told her that it's alright.

It wasn't alright. Losing the love of your life and never seeing him again after one last conversation isn't 'alright'.

Boyfriend Material: Hey Babe, can you pls come over today.

Me: Haz Idk if I can :/

Boyfriend Material: pls Baby I am begging you

Me: on my way

I have a bad feeling, very bad feeling.

***

I arrived at Harry's and walked in.

I would've knocked but Anne scolds me for it with the words 'You are part of the family now. How would it look like if I knocked on my own door?'. So I just sticked to it.

I heard Anne humming in the Kitchen and went straight to it.

She looked up and send me a smile, a sad one.

"He's in his room, love."

I walked fast up the stairs.

I pulled the door open and there, in front of me, was a crying Harry.

I rushed over to him and pulled his head to my chest while he kept sobbing.

I had a lump in my throat the whole time and tried not to cry also.

I kept asking what the matter was but he just sobbed more.

He looked like a scared little boy, just that we were talking about an almost grown up guy and that worried me even more.

We stayed like that until he calmed down.

I peeked over his hair and saw that he fell asleep.

A/N YOU MAY HATE ME