Here [ ON HOLD ]

The crisp London air blew my hair back just as I heard the ruffling of leaves from behind me . I turned around and saw him, I never thought I would see him again . At least definitely not here . My mind must be playing a cruel joke on me . I was frozen on the swing, I didn't know what to do, how to react. I was imagining him, I had to be . I pinched my wrist. I stared at the ground and soon his dirty white converse appeared , A tear slipped down my face . Why here ? I can't deal with this . I felt his lean finger trace the outline of my tear , then he slowly lifted my hand out of my lap as if waiting for me to pull it back . But I'd missed his touch too much , I couldn't waste this moment . I continued to stare at the lifeless grass beneath me though I felt his eyes on me , trying to get me to look at him . His lips soon gently pecked where I had pinched myself , it all seemed so real . I couldn't move , I couldn't risk ending this dream . I couldn't look up at him , into his emerald orbs , I couldn't . He laughed at my stubbornness . I knew he had smiled, both dimples appearing and his lovely chuckle interrupting the silence. My mind couldn't possibly have reproduced that laugh, such a beautiful, melodic sound could only have been conceived out his mouth. Oh how I've missed it . I slowly began to lift my eyes , scanning every detail of him as I went up until I met his intense stare . It was him , he was back . But why ? I wanted to ask him a million questions , I wanted to cry , I wanted to run , I wanted to hug him , kiss him, I wanted to slap him back to summer '09 . I didn't manage to do any of that . Just one word slipped out of my mouth . "Harry ?"