Flame [h.s.]

31| Watermelon sugar

Strawberries on a summer evenin'
Baby, you're the end of June
I want your belly
And that summer feelin'
Getting washed away in you

Olivia

Who invented Christmas?

Who thought that buying presents and gather all your family for two days would be a good idea? Christmas is still a week away and I'm already dreading it.

Don't get me wrong, I used to love Christmas when I was younger but now it is just a holiday I would rather skip. The endless hours around the table, the relatives who don't know you but pretend they do, the exchange of political opinions which almost turns into a fight. Not to mention the ugly presents they insist on offering year after year.

Who will tell them I don't like the socks or the ugly bracelets they give me every year?

Adding to all this, and because of the madness of this time of the year, my part-time job turned into a full time one, which I didn't really mind because it meant I would earn double the money but I got home completely exhausted.

And do you know what is the worst part? We still have one week left until Christmas which means the worst is yet to come. My legs are numb from standing on them the whole day without a break, I don't know if I will handle another week of this, especially since I am going back home at the end of this week.

I'm hoping something happens which doesn't let me go, maybe a terrible snowfall that will cut the roads, or... or something that will take me out of this misery. The whole family of my mom's side will be there, the annoying grandparents who disapprove every life choice I make or the drunk aunt who always ruins the party. The constant fear of bumping into him is another reason why I hate going back home so much.

Can we jump to new years already, please?

"Jane I have no energy left." I tell my best friend on the phone after she invites me to join them in the pub tonight. Harry is playing there tonight but it's now ten in the evening and I'm currently walking back home after staying extra hours to tidy the story for tomorrow since we received new packages of clothes this morning. Since tomorrow is Saturday we are expecting a lot of costumers.

"But Harry is playing tonight! You didn't come a single night this week." She tells me as I sigh, hugging my jacket with my free hand, trying to warm me up. It's so cold tonight I'm afraid I might freeze on my way home.

"I know, I wish I was there but all I can think off is a hot bath and some food." I tell her.

It has been more than a week since I saw Harry and since the amazing night we had in London. It hurt to leave him alone in that hotel room but when my alarm went off at five in the morning I had no other choice. Part of me wanted to be selfish and accept his offer for a ride but in the end, I'm glad I didn't. He was exhausted, besides, imagine waking up next to him and watch him regret everything?

Thankfully, that was not the case.

We texted now and then but nothing too regular, mostly because I have been extremely busy and he... well he's married, we can't forget that detail.

He asked me more than once if I was going to the pub but I had to decline every single time explaining to him how I have been super busy. I don't want him to think I'm just seeking excuses to not see him, because that's not the truth. Since my boss asked me to work full time, it left me nearly no time to focus on university or my assignments or upcoming exams. If I failed any of my modules my mom would drag me by an ear back home, and I can't let that happen.