stay away from my friends (h.s)

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She was glamorous. Inside and out. She gave me life. A reason to breathe.

"Harry, come here!" Her beautiful voice rang in my ears.

"Coming!"

Walking towards the kitchen, seeing her beam while grabbing my hand.

"Our pictures came in today." I looked down at the runty table and there were multiple photos scattered all over. "Aren't they great?" She asked, smiling like a fool.

"Yes, I love them." For awhile we sat at the table looking through them. "This is my favorite." Ana told me. It was a photo of us sitting at this very table, laughing as she put cake on my face.

My nineteenth Birthday.

"Why is it your favorite?" She looked up at me with a small grin, leaning into me whispering like there were people around us. "Because that night meant the world to me." I didn't say anything. I just stared at her and wrapped my arms around her, holding her like I would never let go.

And I promised her that I wouldn't.