Plant New Seeds | H.S.| AU

Chapter Eighteen - The Third L

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Remnants of whipped cream glazed over Harry's lips only made the kiss we shared that much more delicious. We didn't care where we were, who was watching, or that our hot chocolates were beginning to run cold.

A piping-hot salute, aided by the steam of the hot liquid; his lips were more than enough to keep me warm in the brisk autumn weather. We were facing inward in our personal cocoon, each with one thigh rested on the bench underneath us as our other leg swung off the edge.

Our kneecaps met each other, serving as the physical barrier neither one of us could seem to give ourselves willingly. If it weren't physically impossible, I was sure we would be on top of each other, sprawled out across the length of the seat as we did what Book Club presidents did.

Central Park wasn't necessarily my ideal non-alcoholic pre-game but I'd follow Harry anywhere. I was inhumanely addicted to him, too much of Harry was never enough.

His Gossip Girl abode was right up the block from the Fifty-Ninth Street entrance, and his sappy ass wanted to take a 'quick stroll' along the path with me before we headed upstairs.

It had been a little over a week since we wasted valuable hours of sleep on reading Harry's drunken tantrums and nasty nothings, inadvertently admitting our true feelings for one another in a way that was only natural for us.

Building a relationship on drunk texts? That was us. And I wouldn't have chosen any other way.

Our lips popped as we regretfully pulled apart, a sudden gust of wind causing a tornado of broken leaves to swirl all around us.

A shared chuckle sounds out as we lifted our heads up towards the sky to watch the wonder; the dimmed sun peered out shyly from behind the clouds as it prepared to set for the night.

"And this is exactly why I don't fuck with nature," I groaned, the fit of my cheeks in Harry's hands bringing my smile back out shortly as he cupped them tighter.

He dropped one hand and reached up towards my mane, pulling out a leaf that managed to call my hair its home. "Nature fucks with you, apparently," Harry replied as he held up the crumpled little-shit.

"Why are you so headass?" I retorted, grabbing a hold of his hand on my face before dropping it down to his lap.

"Headass?" Harry repeated, small laughs building into a loud cackle that made his nose wrinkle in that way I adored.

I nodded, biting back my smile before he continued, "The way you speak will never not be horrendous."

I reached into his hair to return the favor of retrieving a fallen leaf. "Not as 'horrendous' as Central Park. That's how I know you're not really from New York."

"How?"

"Because you actually find just being in this dumb ass park exciting." I crushed the crinkly leaf in the ball of my fists before letting its pieces blow into the abyss.

"Actually, Miss," Harry challenged, tugging on the hood of my jacket to bring me even closer, "I find being just being with you in this dumb ass park exciting."

I rolled my eyes, "Headass."

Harry and I both agreed that if this dating shit between the two of us was actually going to produce anything meaningful, we had to prioritize seeing each other on a regular basis.

Desperations for a good cry-session with Bakes or a hazy night fueled by celebratory alcoholism weren't going to cut it. We had already wasted enough time.