Ce! 🫧

you'd never heard the song before, and after intently listening to the lyrics, you realized why robert smith had written it

harry knew all of the words to the song - naturally, you thought

the bar was closing soon but you didn't want the night to end - hoping he would never finish his beer so you could talk for just a bit longer

he was the right amount of touchy, not too much, not too little

his arm rested on the back of your chair and every now and then he'd rub small circles on your arm as you spoke

you still remember the night you really learned about harry

it was late at night, you grew tired of doom scrolling on your phone, and one thing led to another - you were stalking him on the internet

you'd be lying if you said you didn't picture him walking next to you, holding his hand

it must've been intuition - now your vision was coming to life

harry made you feel so alive - more than you ever had before

you could've sworn if he had kissed you right at this moment, all of the air would leave your lungs and you'd drop dead

later that night, he eventually began walking you home

what a gentleman

he seemed almost too perfect, unreal - like you'd made him up in your head

you tried prolonging the time you had with him as much as you could

offering him some of your pink bubblegum, asking him about all of the places he's traveled to

on your walk back, he held your hand.

it felt childish to get so giddy over something that probably seemed very minuscule to him

but you were only 20 and holding hands still meant so much to you

especially when it was with a guy - no, a man that looked like harry

you were so nervous around him you felt as if you'd puke up all your feelings. metaphorically of course

eventually, you arrived at your tiny apartment

he didn't ask to be invited in like most guys you'd gone out with

harry simply tilted your chin up with his fingers before pressing a kiss to your mouth that made your heart stop - just as you expected

he pulled away with a satisfied smile; his dimples on full display

"vanilla?" he asked, tasting your lip balm. you blushed and averted your eyes before responding "birthday cake" you mumbled "wear it again next time, angel"

he requested before going in for seconds