Your POV:

"Tell me you don't love me, Harry. Please tell me you don't want to be with me," I begged him as I grabbed his collar.

"Why would I do that? Why would you tell me that?!" Harry had grabbed my hands away from his collar and intertwined both our hands together so I wasn't able to do anything to him.

"Because I don't deserve your love. I don't deserve any of it. Someone else deserves it. Someone of your status. Someone as beautiful as you," I said as I started to sob uncontrollably.

"No Y/n. I'm going to love you because you do deserve it. You deserve all of it. Hell, I don't deserve your love. You are an intelligent, beautifully shy sunflower, and I love that about you. I love how your hand fits in mine like its made just for me. I love how you can't go to bed without a cup of tea. You're not perfect, but you are definitely perfect for me. So darling don't say not to love you because I'll do the opposite and love you even harder." The whole time Harry had placed his hand on my chin so I wouldn't look away and I loved it. Harry didn't waste any more time to kiss me. This kiss was something else. This kiss was passionate and shared all the love he has for me and I for him.

"I love you, Harry."

"And I you, my little sunflower."

This is the love I needed to tell him and he need to tell me.

This is our love.

A/N: A little shorty for you all. I just wanted something short and sweet to bring up anybody. See ya later, and love ya.