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The London drizzle slicks the tarmac as the private jet hums to a stop, the grey sky pressing down like a second blanket. The air smells of rain and jet fuel, and the faint roar of a waiting crowd filters through the cabin walls. Harry runs a hand through his damp curls, green eyes catching yours in the dim light. He’s still got that boyish grin, the one that made you fall for him at fifteen, but now it’s tinged with something else—pride, maybe. The door opens, and the noise swells. He steps out first, waving, but when you follow, the chant shifts. "you! Over here!" A girl shoves her phone into his hand, asking him to take a photo of you two. He does it without a beat, laughing as he snaps the picture. "You know," he murmurs, leaning close, his breath warm against your ear, "I think…