Memories

"Lillian! wake up!" Harry yelled, pulling the covers off us.

"Let me sleep!"

"We have to move into the dorms today."

"Oh shit-"

"You forgot, didn't you?"

"Pretty much."

I got out of bed, putting on Harry's sweatshirt. It's been three weeks since dad's death...I hadn't gotten over it exactly, but I had to move on. I was trying my hardest. He was my mentor, the one person who helped through everything, and the only one who understood me. He saw me grow up, from my first steps to my first career, he was there for it all.

Harry grabbed my waist from behind and sneaked a kiss on my neck, saying, "That's your thinking face, I know it."

"Thinking face?"

"The face you make when you are into deep thinking, but trust me, the most beautiful face there is."

I started to turn red. "Wh-what do you me-mean?"

"You heard me," He winked.

I pushed him away and ran into the showers, yelling, "I need to get ready."