He takes a sip of his latte and continues to rub my hand with his thumb.
"You know what a wonderwall is, Fin?"
"A wonderwall? Like from old that nineties song?"
Harry laughs softly. I catch the reflection of the snow shining in his emerald eyes. "Kind of. Like do you know what is means?" I shake my head. "It's like... when you find yourself thinking about someone like all the time. Like you're completely infatuated with them."
"Alright, thanks for the vocabulary lesson, Professor Styles," I say sarcastically and giggle. He rolls his eyes, but cracks a smile.
"Well, I like to think of you as that person. You're my wonderwall."
I almost choke on my coffee. I'm his wonderwall? I can't say that I'm not completely infatuated with him myself, but he practically just told me that he loves me, and I've only known him for three months...
My heart is racing and I suddenly feel like everything is happening way too fast. I swallow hard and push down the emotions that are trying to escape me. It has been so hard for me to love after the death of my father; I've wanted to push every form of affection away from me. Deep down I know, however, that Harry was different. Maybe the emotions I was feeling was love and I just didn't know it...