'Ding Ding!' My phone sang from across the room. "Hazzy, can you get me my phone please?" "Sure Y/N/N." Realization hit me like a truck, I forgot that Harrison was my lock screen, he was my crush and I liked to pretend that we were really good friends, but every time I saw him, I just wanted to grab his face and kiss him. I jumped up and practically tackled him. "Waitwaitwait." I said quickly. He smirked at me and held my phone above his head. "Harrisooon. Don't be difficult, please." "What don't you want me to see?" "It's nothing!" I jumped for my phone. "I'm not giving it to you until you tell me." I groaned, "Please Hazzy, it's important." "Nope." I pouted, "Pwease?" "Nice try, but no." "Harrison!" I couldn't tickle him, he was immune to tickling. I jumped again, he smiled at my failed attempts. "I'm not going to stop, even if you do tell me, this is quite amusing." "Harrison James Osterfield, give me my phone right now." "What don't you want me to see? Is it nudes? Is it a really embarrassing picture of you or me? Is it your secret fanfiction about Tom?" I laughed at the last one, the boys always poked fun at me for running a fan account, whether it was for Tom or not. "No! Just give me my phone!" I jumped again. "Let's just have a look-see shall we?" I sighed, my heart dropping to my shoes, it shouldn't be a big deal, but it was to me. Harrison pressed my home button, lighting up my screen. His face faltered. "It's-It's me. I'm your lock screen?" I bit my lip and nodded. "Yeah." I said quietly. "I-It doesn't mean anything, I just really like the picture." I breathed. Harrison stared at me. "What if I told you that my lock screen was the same picture?" I lifted my head to meet his eyes. "Yours is too?" He pulled out his phone and showed me, sure enough, his lock screen was the same picture as mine. We stood in front of a mural in Greece, my hand on his stomach, his arm around my waist. I was laughing at the camera and he had his stunner smile, his hair a mess, mine held back by my sunnies. I was in a tank top and jean shorts while Harrison was in navy blue shorts and a palm-tree patterned shirt. "Does it mean something to you now?" He asked me, his voice low. "Only if I mean something to you." I responded, just as quiet and took a step toward him. "You do." He did the same. He placed his hand on my cheek and looked in my eyes. I placed my hand on the back of his neck and pulled his face down to meet mine, our lips connecting and sending sparks through my body. His free hand pulled my waist closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me off the ground. "I didn't think I meant that much to you." I giggled as I stared into his gorgeous eyes. "You do." He smiled then kissed me again.

A/N: lowkey love this, hundo percento. love y'all!