Harry’s lips are the only thing you can see. The way they curve and pout when he talks. The way he pinches at them when he gets nervous or is in deep thought. The way his kisses are so gentle and soft. All you want is for him to kiss you, but he’s teasing you, hovering his lips over yours so you can feel him breathing. “I really want to kiss you, but you’re not following twirlhaz.”
HOLY SHIT FOLLOW ^^
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