also hi guys! (idk if anybody will see this) i’m so sorry i haven’t been active lately, just having a break from twitter, but all my love to all of you <33
“You blush quite a lot, pixie,” Harry comments lightly. “What for?”
"Shut up! I’m not blushing.”
“You’re blushing.”
“Am not.”
“You’re blushing so hard. You have like, never blushed harder, actually.”
“You are so failing this being nice class.”
“God,” he says, running a rushed hand through his hair. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”
“Stuff like what?”
“Stuff. Like. Stuff that makes me—”
Makes me what? Makes me feel important? Makes me happy?
Makes me love you?
“What did you say just now?”
“I said, I love you.
…
But, um, that's not like... I mean, it's okay if you don't feel that. It's whatever. I’m fine with anything. What the hell do I know about this stuff anyway, who am I to talk—”
“Harry?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.”
“Fine. But when we get back—you stay away from me and my friends. You won’t even look my way. And—not that I actually care, but you’ll make sure all your dumb friends know just how strong I am, too. I don’t want any of them bothering me, either.”