"I would too. It's so beautiful..." She was pretty sure she was talking about the fireworks, but she couldn't stop looking at Harry, the lights illuminating his face...
The two of them, together like this. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what it meant. And despite all her denial, despite what she said to cover it up (just friends, only friends), Lisa knew it too. She thinks she's known it for a while.
"Harry...?" Her fingers hold onto the other's hand firmly, the whistling of fireworks making up for her lack of words. He looks so happy. She was happy. She was so happy being here, with him.
Her heart grips tight with a sudden, and probably foolish, bravery.
She leans in even closer, close enough to feel his breath on her cheek (this was dumb, this was too close), the edge of her lips quirking into a tiny, tiny, but apologetic smile (but what was the point of being sorry now? It was already too late to turn away, wasn't it?), before she lightly presses those lips against Harry's.
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The two of them, together like this. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what it meant. And despite all her denial, despite what she said to cover it up (just friends, only friends), Lisa knew it too. She thinks she's known it for a while.
"Harry...?" Her fingers hold onto the other's hand firmly, the whistling of fireworks making up for her lack of words. He looks so happy. She was happy. She was so happy being here, with him.
Her heart grips tight with a sudden, and probably foolish, bravery.
She leans in even closer, close enough to feel his breath on her cheek (this was dumb, this was too close), the edge of her lips quirking into a tiny, tiny, but apologetic smile (but what was the point of being sorry now? It was already too late to turn away, wasn't it?), before she lightly presses those lips against Harry's.