A/N: I wrote this at like 3AM, but I think kind of liked it (?) I’d appreciate the feedback so let me know what you think here!
“Are we really doing this?” you whispered, raising your eyes to meet his emerald ones.
Harry could hear the confidence in your voice waver at the thought of it all – of you and him together. He reckons it shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise. He was being utterly obvious about his feelings for you. Whether it was in public or in private, he always rushed to be by your side. His friends often pestered him for the way he treated you, “the lad’s practically married!” … “we’re jus’ friends, mate – buzz off.” But he swore he didn’t mind the teasing; he kind of liked the way your cheeks would burn at the thought of you being with a bloke like him.
“D’yeh not want to?” he asked slowly, arms crossing as he looked at your uncertain eyes.