Yellow || hs au

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"Feels like I can never get a break." I sigh quietly, Harry's lips trailing up my neck, his nose nudging my jaw for more access to my neck. He leaves light kisses to my skin, his hands flexing on my hips under my clothing.

"I know, baby. But you're also not a quitter." He breathes, a small smile tugging my lips as I shake my head, Harry giggling against my neck before pulling away, his eyes flickering between mine as they sparkle with amusement. "Put some pants on, let's go to the café. We haven't been there in forever." He tells me, groping my ass as he grins cheekily down at me.

   "You want me to walk around New York like this?" I ask, holding my arms out. Harry rolls his eyes as he looks at me, a smile playing on my lips as he squint his eyes.

   "You look hot." He shrugs, a laugh escaping my lips as I shake my head, Harry dressing himself similar to me. Both of us wear sweatpants and his hoodies, my hair messily thrown into a ponytail, Harry's hood kept up over his curls. "Mmm my baby." He grins, cupping my cheeks as he leans down and kisses me firmly.

   I smile up at him, my cheeks warm as he takes my hand, leading me out of my apartment. His fingers intertwine with my own innocently, my cheek pressed against his arm as we walk towards the elevator.

   "I don't ever want summer to end." I sigh, Harry's knuckle pressing the elevator button a few times, the small circle illuminated with a misty white color.

   "Why?" He asks, glancing down at me. I shrug my shoulders, the two of us stepping aside as a man comes out of the elevator, sending us a short nod as we trade places.

   "Then we get busy again and we can't have as many sleepovers." I explain, Harry grinning as he leans his back against the elevator wall, my hand still engulfed in his. "I'm never going to be able to sleep." I add on, Harry shaking his head.

   "We'll have time, my schedule will be less crowded. I'll be a Junior, I'm only taking a few classes." He tells me, a small sigh escaping my lips. Although I know I won't be much busier than I was last year, I still know I'll have more work to do, especially with my advanced art class that requires more time and effort than I've been putting in.

   "Yeah, I know." I mumble, the elevator doors gliding open to the lobby, Harry leading the way as we walk through the deserted floor, finding ourselves in the morning chaos of New York.

   "Have you signed up for your classes yet?" Harry asks as we walk through the sea of New Yorkers, his grip tightening on my hand instinctively as we walk close together, my free hand wrapped around his forearm now as well.

   "Not yet, did you?" I ask, glancing up at him. His eyes dance around over the crowd, his advantages of being tall peeking through. Harry simply nods his head, a small smile forming on my lips. "Mr. responsible." I tease, Harry grinning as he shakes his head.

   "I'll grab our drinks, yeah?" He mumbles as he opens the door of the café, nudging me in before him. I glance at him over my shoulder before nodding my head, wandering back to his usual table.

I sit quietly, my mind literally empty as I stare down at my fingertips that press against one another. My ring sits comfortably on my knuckle, a small sigh escaping my lips as I stare out the window, leaning my cheek in my palm as I wait for Harry.

I still feel guilty for snapping at him earlier, although I'm sure he's not thinking anything of it, I am. All he was doing was helping me and I was a brat. It's not fair that he has to deal with someone like me. Someone who can't understand their own feelings. Someone who can't move on from their mommy and daddy issues. It's just not fair.

"Sorry, she fucked it up." Harry mumbles as he sets my mug in front of me along with a plate with a cinnamon roll on it. I blink myself out of my thoughts as I straighten my posture, glancing at my latte that does look a little bit messy with the white foam spread around at the surface. But I don't mind, it'll taste the same as usual.