the dollhouse | h.s.

thirty three

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Holly

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It's been two weeks since Sarah's suicidal death. The girls and I are still deeply saddened because of the tragic event, but right now everyone is thinking more about the great memories cherished with Sarah. It's just easier to remember the good than think of the bad.

At the moment I'm putting on a set of plain, small stud earrings to match with the Rolling Stones top I'm wearing. I wouldn't usually be wearing this, it's because Harry has planned a date/get together/catch up thing... I don't even know what to call it.

Harry calls my name from downstairs and I quickly run down the stairs and meet him at the front door after saying goodbye to the girls.

| At The Park |

Harry's taken me to a cute little park... It's simple, but I love it. There's lovely blossoming flowers glooming from the grassy ground, the sky is it's beautiful colour of a light shade of natural blue, the weather is perfect; warm but not hot, and the faint sound of rustling autumn leaves and birds chirping fill the atmosphere. There's also no one else here. It's just Harry and I.

Harry and I walk around for a bit before sitting down in front of a pretty, clean river.

We both examine the beautiful view in front of us. The river, the flowers, the pretty autumn leaves, the bright shining sun.

"You look nice today" Harry smiles and stuffs his hands in his denim jacket pockets.

"Thanks" I nod.

"You're weird, Holly"

"How?" I lightly chuckle at Harry's random remark.

"I don't know, sometimes you're a complete open book, then other times you're extremely secretive. You're like an enigma wrapped in a puzzle."

"I could say the same to you, Harry. But I don't know, I guess there's just some things I feel I need to keep to myself"

"What do you like to keep to yourself?"

"Are you trying to get somethin' out of me or?" I giggle.

"I just want to know more about you"

"Okay... Um, like what?"

"I don't know... Who Holly is."

"Well, my birthday is the fourth of January. Uh... I have a German, Scottish and Albanian background. My favourite food is pancakes. I love to draw-"

Harry cuts me off, "I mean who you are... From the deepest assets in your life"

"I don't really feel comfortable-"

"Okay, let's have a little 'intimate sesh', where we both just spill... Confessions, life problems, anything."

"Alright. You go first, though"

"Well, I have a lot of things to hide... I don't know where to start."

"How'd you become so..." Oh god, I'm not gonna ask him how he became so insane.

"So? So, what?" Harry asks.

"Psychotic..."

Harry chuckles a bit, "I was kinda... Born with it... My father always had a lot of mental problems. My mother wasn't around that much, so, my mind as always with my father's." Harry says, looking at the lake.

"Your turn. I wanna know anything" Harry says.

"Gee, I dunno... Oh, I've been thinking about this a bit lately... A year ago, my aunt Gab passed away of cancer and I felt as if my life was over. Like, I know she's just my aunt, but we were really close and me and my sisters always fought, and I wasn't close with my mum, so I'd always go to her. She was like my best friend," tears blur my eyes but I blink them away, "I... I really miss her."

By this point, some gentle tears stream down my face because of the memory of aunt Gab, and unexpectedly Harry has me embraced in a warming hug.

For another hour and a half, Harry and I munch on the ham sandwiches we packed with us, and talk about everything... And I can rightfully say I feel way more closer with Harry than I ever have before. He got me to tell him some of my deepest secrets that I wouldn't tell anyone, I don't know... It's like his raspy, soothing voice and glowing eyes has lured me in and casted a spell on me to just spill everything I've ever known, but it's not just me doing the spilling. He's told me a lot, too, and I'm glad I can see he has a high level of trust in me.

"It's getting really hot" I say, fanning myself with my hand.

"The waters cold..."

"What? Do you mean the river? I'm not going in there!"

"Why not? It'll be fun, won't it!" Harry laughs.

"No way, no way, no way." I cross my arms and smile big at Harry's playful side.

"C'mon, Holls, you're a swimmer... I thought you liked the water?"

"I'm not jumping into that river."

"Whatever" Harry says, stripping off from his jacket but leaving shorts on.

"You're seriously going in the water?" I give Harry a cold look.

"Not without you!" Harry says, laughing.

Harry quickly grabs me and lifts me bridal style as I try to escape from his grip.

"Harry!" I scream-laugh.

Harry jumps into the water, me with him, and we both immediately sink to the bottom, hand in hand, obviously not realising how deep the river water actually is.

Harry and I both swim to the surface of the water, and both uncontrollably laugh with no purpose.

"Oh my god, Harry!" I laugh.

"See?! Fun!" Harry splashes everywhere.

"You're an absolute fool!" I giggle.

"Yeah, yeah, just kiss me already."

As soon as Harry says that, our lips lock in a passionate kiss, with my hands ruffling his wet hair and his hands on my back. And that's all we do; kiss, kiss, kiss.

A/N: THIS IS THE WORST CHAPTER IVE EVER WRITTEN ITS SO UNREALISTIC AND SO SHORT BUT OH WELL PRETEND ITS GOOD!

and the river part isn't an 'after moment' I just thought it was cute, I didn't intend it to copy after in any way.