“A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.” — Ingrid Bergman


♢ Harry's POV ♢


The photos from today's shoot were slowly being transferred to my MacBook Pro as I waited patiently, sitting comfortably in my recliner chair. My boss, Louise, asked me to send her the pictures of Ringo Starr so the magazine's editors could choose an image of his to be on the cover of GQ. He's a great man. If anyone deserves recognition for his work, it's definitely him. Men like Ringo are the reason why I love photography so much. Photographing people who have accomplished such great things in their lives is a privilege beyond my comprehension. I'll always be grateful for the position I'm in now, and two years ago I would have been baffled if someone told me I'd be working for one of the biggest magazine companies in England after recovering from my addiction.


I wonder if Gemma and mum would be proud if they could see me now.


I sighed as I craned my neck around to glance at the glowing red numbers on the cable box set below before taking out my phone. I haven't seen or called Lucy in two days. She's been acting differently towards me ever since she saw that photo on my phone, and I don't know what else to do to reassure her that Candice was only a one night stand. I don't even know how she got my number or why she sent me that picture, but I blocked her phone from texting mine.


Leave no strings attached, another thing I learned from my old man.


When I talked to Louis about it, he told me to give her some space, but I couldn't get the girl out of my head. I need to see her. I clicked to my contacts and scrolled through the short list of names to Lucy's. I had written down her number from the last time I had her phone, but the thought of using it hadn't actually occurred to me until now.


I've got nothing to lose anyway.

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♢ Lucy's POV ♢


“I never thought we'd be doing something like this anytime soon. We haven't hung out in forever,” Anya said to me as we left the store eating our quarts of ice cream.


“Yeah, well, that's what happens when your best friend gets a boyfriend. They start seeing each other less and less...It's inevitable really.”


I sucked the vanilla off my spoon and looked up at the darkening sky. The sky's bed was a canvas, and the color purple was its sheet. Pretty soon the translucent moon will be covered by storm clouds while everyone else is drenched in rain. I thought to myself.

“I'm a horrible best friend,” I heard her say as we crossed to the next street.

“Anya, don't even say that. You've helped me in more ways than one. In all honesty, I'm happy you have Louis. Now you won't have to worry so much about me,” I said to make her smile. I missed my best friend, but she deserved as much happiness as this life could give her.

“I'll always worry about you, Luce. You're like a sister to me.”

“Let's just stay up all night watching movies and eating ice cream,” I smiled as we approached our apartment building, “It will be just like old times.”

“I like that idea very much,” Anya giggled while taking out the keys to the door.

I was about to offer to hold the door open for her when I felt my phone vibrate, meaning that I had just received a text. I took it out from my pocket and watched as the message popped up on my screen.

Unknown: Hi Lucy, haven't seen you in awhile. I hope everything is alright. Text me back when you can...Xx sent at 10:15 pm

I was wondering when he was going to text me. A smile etched its way onto my face while I read the message. I felt really bad for leaving Connor's party the way I did, and I desperately wanted to make it up to him.

Me: Hey. Yeah I guess it has been awhile. Sorry for leaving the way I did. I really want to make it up to you. sent at 10:23pm

**Connor: I know exactly how you can do that. Can you meet me at Ryder Park? sent at 10:24pm


“Hello, Earth to Lucy. Are you coming inside or what?” Anya smiled as she held open the door for me.

“Um, a-actually, I'm gonna go back to the store. I'm craving nerds. D-do you want any candy?” I asked her nervously, hoping she'd buy my lie.

“No, I'm fine. I'll just meet you upstairs. See ya soon,” The blonde replied before closing the door behind her. I watched Anya climb the stairs before texting back Yes to Connor and beginning my journey to the park.

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♢ Harry's POV ♢


The park was eerily silent apart from the occasional groan coming from the rusty old swingset. Parents were leaving the playground, hushing their little ones so they wouldn't disturb those who desired peace and quiet as we delved deeper into the night. I stood there calmly with my arms folded across my chest, back against the briery gate, as I waited for her to come—for Lucy to come.

I bit my bottom lip and glanced up at the stars, letting the wind push the curls out of my face. Polaris was by far the brightest star out tonight, for most of the others remained invisible shrouded around the dense storm clouds. It flickered several times, bringing forth the dimples in my smile.

The sound of leaves crunching beneath another's feet echoed in the distance, ending my trance. I tilted my head to the right, letting it waver pendulously, as my gaze narrowed on a fair damsel who was far too distracted by her phone to notice that she was the prize of someone's quarry. What is she doing? The answer to my question quickly became clear when I heard my ringtone chime through the fabric of my jeans in muffled sounds. I accepted the call in a haste to avoid having the noise being traced back to me


“I'm here. Where are you?” The soft voice of a female eagerly questioned as she looked left to right. I could see the smile stretch farther across her face as she waited for my answer.

“Turn around,” I grinned.

Lucy slowly lowered the phone down from her ear and placed it in the front pocket of her jeans before turning around to face me, only that smile she had previously worn was replaced by a frown. “Harry.” My name rolled off her tongue flatly. Her entire demeanor had changed in a matter of seconds, but I couldn't figure out why. She sounded happy to see me on the phone.

“What's the matter, love?” I asked her, lurching forward. She instinctively moved away until her back hit against the willow tree.

“N-nothing. W-what are you doing here Harry?”

“I thought you wanted to see me?” I said, but it came out more like a question.

“Well, I'm sorry to disappoint, but I was under the impression that you were someone else when we texted,” She muttered low enough for me to hear.

“So you have been avoiding me…” I confirmed to myself, releasing a light chuckle. I had known it all along, but I didn't understand why.

“I thought you'd be too busy with Candice to even think twice about me,” The brown eyed girl confessed as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.


Is this woman serious?


“Are you kidding me? I haven't been able to get you out of my goddamn head! It doesn't matter how much I try not to see you because you're literally everywhere. In the corner of my eye, in my head, beside me in bed. I can't make it stop,” I groaned, tightly fisting my curls. “Correction, I don't know how to make it stop. You understand what I'm trying to say, right?” My flustered eyes found hers again as I watched her part her lips to speak.

“How could you picture me laying beside you in your bed?” Her words came out peevishly as she eyed me up and down, nose crinkled in disdain.

“Wha..? You..? That's the only thing you took away from what I just said?! You make it seem like all I care about is sex. Well, if you must know, it's not!” I snarled, clenching my jaw. “There's no little robotic voice in my head going 'me want sex' all day Lucy.”

“Oh, yeah? Well, that's not what you told me in the car,” She rolled her eyes.

“How many times do I have to say I'm fucking sorry for you to let that go? I told you I was only joking! Besides, what did I do when the opportunity to sleep with you finally came around? Right. I turned it down, and you wanna know why? You were drunk, and I didn't want to take advantage of you, Lucy because I have more respect for you than that, but it's obvious to me now you don't feel the same. I'm sorry I wasted your time. My mistake,” I scoffed before turning around to walk away.


“Harry, wait.”


I didn't get very far ahead, for a hand latched onto my left bicep, attempting to restrain me. I shrugged off the touch and twisted about, my brows knitting together in a frown. Lucy looked up at me with sorrow in her big brown eyes as she brought her hand to the back of my neck, cocking her head to the side. My features gradually softened as I realized what she was getting at. I snaked an arm protectively around her waist and gathered her body toward mine, never breaking eye contact. Her eyes began to flutter close as I lowered my head down to her level, lips lightly ghosting over hers. I placed a soft kiss on her nose, her jaw, and the corner of her mouth, seeing how far I could go before she told me to stop. When I realized she had no intention of pushing me away, I smirked against her lips and tugged her body even closer, closing the gap between our mouths at last.

(A/N : How I envisioned Harry and Lucy almost kissing)

Notes

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