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His silent cries and sad mumbling deliver me such immense pain in my beating heart. The way Harry is seated in front of me, his mind making him go insane. His breakdown has arrived. He fists his brown, delicate curls and pulls at them, all while shouting nonsense. His eyes are squeezed close and lips forming such a sad line.
"I am a nobody," He whispers softly to himself. His eyes located on the ground and his shoulders hang.
I stand up from my chair and run towards his exhausted body. My heart can not take it anymore and I need to show him my care. He needs to be stopped, before it all goes worse. Before he is totally gone. My body collides with his -- made tiny, so he can hide himself from everything.
I take his hands in mine and try to make him let go of his hair, freeing it and taking his rough hands in mine. His breaths are heavy and his chest moves up and down. My cheeks are wet from tears, tears for him. I fold my arms around him and lay my head in the crook of his warm neck, inhaling his precious scent. I swallow and wet my lips.
"I am here, Harry," I whisper against the skin beneath his hair, trying to silence him and I notice I am succeeding. His body gets relaxed ever so slowly, but still noticable. His arms are now around me and he hugs me back so powerfull, so helpless. It all shows me how much he needs me.
Goosebumps rise on the surface of my skin, realising all. Tangled in a strong hug, we both do not let go. Breathing against eachother and feeling eachother's heartbeats, we find ourselves at peace. I shut my eyes, enjoying all feels inside of me and adoring the feeling of his body so close against me.
Harry's breathing I now regular. His chest going up and down at a regular pace. I sigh heavingly. "You are okay, Harry. I am here. Don't worry."
I close my eyes and let the silence continue, both of us being satisfied with it. He is getting peaceful again and finds his rest in my comforting approach. A lot of things are going around in my head, all trying to make my question things but I brush it off and decide to keep quiet. I move myself out of his arms very carefully and look at him, observing and scanning his facial expression.
With eyebrows furrowed and eyes red from all crying and going mental, he makes my sympathy ten times more present. His green diamonds stare at me, but I see they are not really looking. They are lost in sadness and pain.
I take his hands in my own and the difference of them makes us, us again. Harry and June. June and Harry. I look down at his seated posture and stare at him. As an answer on our reconnected bodies, my touch on his skin again, he looks back at me. I smile at him, comforting and adoringly and it grows when he returns a small one. But still enough to make my heart go faster.
"Are you okay?"
He shakes his head and long strands of hair which are now free out of his strong pulling grip, move along with the shaking of his head. "That's not important." He sighs.
"I hate the fact you had to see me like that. You had to see me."
His answer makes me flinch, his worries for me but himself making me worry too, for him. "That is who you are Harry. Nobody is perfect,-"
"You are." Harry interrupts me with his eyes looking lovingly at me.
I shake my head and squeeze his hands, while he now caresses the skin of mine. "I am not. Nobody is and I don't care about the things you are dealing with. I really don't. I want to help you."
It feels like his eyes pierce into my soul and see every part of me hidden away in there somewhere.
"Aren't you mad at me? I brought you here without permission."
I look away from him and stare at the white walls. I think about his sayings and try to say something, but not completely knowing what. I look back down at him and exhale. "I am. Well...I was, but now I see who you really are and the way you can be. The adoration you have for me."
He nods.
"Someone who is basically invisible." I whisper to myself. Letting me get carried away by all emotions.
Abruptly he stands up and takes my face in his massive hands, covering my whole cheeks. "You are not visible, never. You are everything, my whole fucking world. I love you, angel."
My heart skips a beat and I try to hide all feelings rushing through me. He loves me. Harry loves me. My eyes flutter close and I try to keep my breathing at a regular rhythm.
"I am a crazy person, dollface. I ain't normal. I am sick, mentally sick. Normal is not a way to describe. Nobody understands my sickness. My mind is fucked up."
My eyes are wandering over all things surrounding us and I am still amazed by the three words he confessed his feelings with. "You heard me, June?"
I look back at him and see his worrieness, as if I am the person who just had a massive breakdown. I nod. "Nothing is fucked up, Harry. Nor are you. I have known you long enough now to know you have an incredible mind."
I clear my throat and moisten my lips. "The things you say are so, so....I don't even know how to describe it."
"Crazy? Scary?"
He suggests, snickering after.
I shake my head. "No, no, definetely not. I admit they had quite an scary effect on me in the beginning, you as a person had. But that is slowly staring to fade now."
Harry smiles, a real and genuine one. His white teeth on display and eyes sparkling & shining bright.
"But I am a stalker, you have every right to be mad at me." He shrugs and fiddles with his hand. I already miss them touching me. He does not understand me, but that isn't necessary, because I do.
"I want to help you, Harry. Let me, please." I whisper. His hand are now finally again on my skin and they trail my exposed collarbones. Going up along my neck, to my cheeks. His touch always made fall; made my crave; made my feel. It was so delicate, with such love.
"You are my angel. My perfect, precious angel. You are perfect and the only thing that exists for me.
But know that I am my own enemy."
I nod, not caring about all negative things he points out about himself. He already has me too much wanting and craving. Before I can hold myself back, I voluntarily kiss his irresistible, beautiful shaped lips. The moment we collide, he slides his arms around my waist and pulls me into his muscular body. Our tongues fighting for dominance, which he won.
The kiss starts to get heated and we both feel the passion swallowing us. Burning between us. I break away, being out of breath, but we stay close to eachother. Eyes locked and his breat hitting my swollen lips.
"My lover, the reason I am alive,
my lover, I would give up everything for you," he whispers against my lips.
I smile and whisper ever so softly back, "This is what I mean, I love the way you choose your words. I always have. They aren't scary, nor crazy.
They are beautiful."
"Just like you," he says against my lips.
My cheeks heat and red is spreading over my face. I look down and avoid his stare. "Stop that, Harry."
"Why? You deserve to know about my love and adoration for you." I hear argue.
I fiddle with my hands because of the sudden nerves. I feel changes between the two of us, I would almost call it progress. And I know he feels it too. We both create an amazing atmosphere together, were we both can hide in.
Hide from everyone and everything around us. But not hiding from eachother, because we can be ourselves with one another. And so we find comfort in that atmosphere full of passion, full of love.
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