Fly Me To The Moon [h.s.]

"Clara?"

Turning on my heel, one hand scooped up my cap as the other reached out to steady myself. A small puddle of water sent me tumbling to the floor, but not before those familiar strong arms could pull me back to my feet. My chest heaved as adrenaline shot through me, and the warm smell of tobacco and vanilla instantly surrounded my senses. Looking up, I watched as his green eyes shone with amusement, the most beautiful smile displayed between two perfectly pink lips. It was him. He was here, again. Harry.

"We've really got to stop meeting like this, don't you think?"