meet me in the hallway |h.s|

8 | good night

I walk out of the building, knowing I should rush it. He's waiting for me. He's been waiting for me for like half an hour and I hate to make people wait.

I rush, throwing my phone back in the bag. I walk a few more meters and I look up, searching for Harry on the street. He's sitting on a bench, wearing his famous black skinny jeans and a warm brown jacket. He looks like he's freezing, trying to warm his hands. I chuckle at his exaggeration. It's not even that cold.

I stop walking right in front of him and his eyes go wide open when he notices me. "Aren't you cold in that?" he points at me with his head.

I look down at my clothes. I'm wearing my favourite white sweater and my blue mom jeans. I look back at him, confused, but I shake my head to answer his question. I don't really see where's the problem.

"Okay, Snow Queen." He says sarcastically. I observe him as he stands up. I have to look up to keep the eye contact and I'm slowly intimated by his height. I look away, turning around to walk home. He does the same and puts his hands in his pockets.

Sometimes I hate being this short.

After minutes of walking and staying in silence, just enjoying each other's presence, Harry breaks that silence and points up, in the sky. "The sun is setting."

I look up from the floor and look in the direction he's pointing. He puts his hand back in his pocket and we both stop to observe the beautiful fading of the colours. The bright orange mixing with the dark blue of the night has always calmed me in some sort of way. Experiencing how the bright day becomes the night is one of the things that make me adore this planet.

I look at Harry, directly into his eyes. The sun reflecting in his eyes, which makes the green a golden colour. "I have an idea." I speak out, smiling at my words.

"Oh, shit." He scoffs and I roll my eyes at him. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?"

My smile grows wider. "Maybe." I say, before I start running towards the best place of this city. He's gonna love the view, I already know it.

"Vee, what are you doing?" he shouts behind me. I stop running, and I turn around. He's metres away from me and I laugh. I can see him groaning and rolling his eyes at me, but he still catches up with me.

"You're... gonna hate... me for this." I say, panting. As much as I hate running, the only thing that can make me run is my special spot. I often do it, just to watch the sunset and after that I watch the stars appear on the night sky.

"For what?" he asks, and I take his hand in mine. I give him a smirk and then, I start running again. We turn right to a narrow street, but we keep running. We run and run until we get closer to the spot. Harry stops me right before new I run up the hill. "You don't want to do that, do you?"

"I don't wanna miss it." I tell him, and I let go of his hand. If he's not coming with me, then I'll do it alone.

"Miss what?" He asks, but I don't respond. I'm too occupied running up the hill. I do this almost every day so it's almost like nothing to me. I stop, panting, and I let y bag fall on the soft grass. I raise my hands in the air and I let myself feel the wind and the cold. This is the best feelings in the world. I look up and close my eyes, listening to the singing birds.

"You're unbelievable." Harry says after he catches up with me. He's also out of breath, which makes me laugh.

I turn around to look at him. "But it was worth it." I point at my right, at the sky to be exact.

Harry looks in that direction and as soon as he sees the beauty, I can tell he's fascinated by it.

I walk closer to him. "Isn't it beautiful?" I ask him, looking in the same direction.