" Why are we here?" She attempted to yell, to overshadow the sounds of the ridiculous children's song that had been constantly replaying for the past half hour. He moved his head to the melody that clearly amused him, paying no mind to the little kid braiding his hair away.
" They make the best little burgers here. They're like the size of my fist, but they're the best thing I've ever tasted in my life." He gave her a dimpled thumbs up, before his eyes moved away from her, as he searched the crowded surroundings for a waiter. They were in some sort of kids playground/ restaurant that was literally in the middle of nowhere, but Harry being Harry, just had to pull over. They were surrounded by screaming children, people dressed as Disney characters, and they were the only two individuals that had no child to run after or scream at. She didn't get it. She could never get it with Harry. But she minded it a little less, the more memories she managed to create with him.
He called a waiter over, initiating a conversation about the weather. Then the roads. Then the statistics indicating failed parenting due to established faulty beliefs. And finally, he ordered for the both of them, giving another smile to the waiter, who walked away, beaming, like he'd been given a raise, or offered a better job. She couldn't help but think that this was all Harry. He was happiness. He was joy. He was hope. And if any of those had been a person, it would have been him.
She leaned in then, taking his face in her hands, brushing her lips against him. He was startled at first, but then he remembered how easy it was; to kiss her, to hold her, to run away with her and never feel the need to look back, to just love her. Everything was so easy with her, it was hard to remember how to do anything else. So he kissed her back, smiling against her lips, while she smiled against his. So incredibly easy.
" It was the braids, wasn't it?" He whispered, his smile widening, as she laughed. It was loud and crowded around them, but for a moment, he felt like he couldn't hear anything else but her laughter. And in that moment, he swore they were forever.
" Yes, Harold. Definitely the braids." She shook her head, falling back to her seat, with a prominent smile still on her lips.
" I love it when you talk all strict to me." Her eyes widened, and she burned a beautiful shade of red, before they heard a chorus of "ew"s, and his hair was being pulled back, to finish the third braid.
The food came, and Harry was right. They were the best burgers she'd ever eaten. And he was the best man she'd ever met. And she was the happiest she'd ever been, although, they had no idea where they were, or where they were going next. They had almost no money left, and not enough clean clothes to last them the rest of their trip, but she was still so fucking happy. And he was radiant, more in love than he'd ever been, so safe and serene, and she couldn't help but think that this- the look in his eyes every time they fell on her; that was the way she'd imagined someone to look at her, when they were in love. She wondered if she looked at him like that too. She was certain she couldn't help but do just that. He was just so captivating. And she was so fucking in love with him. And he loved her just as much.
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A/N: Finally updated, woop woop! I've missed this story so much, but I have to be in a certain mood to be able to write this harry, so bare with me as I try to get there :)
I miss braided harry so this happened.
let me know what you think!
ily x
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