❝ SOMETIMES, LOVE HURTS. ❞ She pours tea for him. This doesn't seem like anything great but it's deeper than just pouring tea. It's the way she pours tea for him; the way she does it as gently as possible; the way never fails to let her arm brush against his for a moment or more, if she can manage it; it's the way she bends down and blows air above the tea three times to cool it down because she knows he will forget to do so and burn his lips. It's the way this happens every Sunday, Harry's day left for Lily, and the way they both cherish it. ┍╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌┑ ╎ copyright © believeinmeee ╎ ┖╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌┙ ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ “pour is pourfect.” - hanstir [@gaygaybans] who is better than everyone on the face of this earth for creating a pun of such a high caliber.

They met in December.

Let me buy you a coffee. We’ll sit down, drink our coffees together, and if I can get you to smile before we leave, I get to see you again tomorrow. Same time, same place. Deal? “Deal.” { s h o r t ~ s t o r y } F o r H a r r y S t y l e s. {Aʟʟ Rıɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ’13 © LıᴛᴛʟᴇUʀᴄʜıɴ}