Every Drop of Rain // Haylor

"Harry, I don't want to talk around this anymore. I don't want to talk around -" she pauses, terrified of what needs to be said. "I don't want to talk around how queer this is anymore. Especially not if you're going to share it with the entire world before we have a single candid conversation."

Harry pulls their entwined fingers to his chest. He tilts his head down, not meeting her eyes.

"You're right. It's not fair to you. I'm sorry," he says. Taylor unloops her finger from Harry's to entwine their hands instead. The anger inside her is being drained away by the smell of his warm skin. Her favorite floral perfume is daubed behind his ears.

Or

Harry, she/her collector's edition.