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The countdown starts, the ball is going to drop in less than 10 seconds. Macy stands in front of Harry, staring at him like he's the only person in the world. Harry does the same with her. The crowd counting down all around them is barely noticeable. They are very much in their own little world.
Over the past year that they had known each other, they had gotten closer... so much closer. Close enough that they were currently in the position they were in now. For so long it had only been hugs here and there, shoulder touches whenever possible, the occasional hand holding. Nothing more, nothing less.
However, as the countdown continues, they both know something is about to change. Change is in the air. More than ever before is about to happen, and honestly even if they could... neither want to, nor will stop whatever it is from happening.
The countdown gets closer to zero.
Three.
Two.
One.
Happy New Year!
Their lips touch, ever so gently.
Everything changes.