The Story of My Life

Part 29

 24th of September 2015

The tour ended, and we just came back to London on a sunny autumn day of 2015.

Everybody went straight to their homes, as after so much time of continuous flights, travel and noise, we all needed some time spent alone.

I went to London just to solve some things with Lou at the makeup school and then, in a couple of days, I went back home, to Bucharest, eager to see my family and friends. Harry wanted me to spend those days in his house, in Hampstead and I accepted. From the very first moment when I entered that house, I felt so much at home, it was like a place that I felt in my veins, it was like in some other time, maybe in another life, I was in that place before, it was a feeling of home.

Our relationship only began few months before, but it was clear we were both in love with one another and it was a type of connection not many have the opportunity to find during a lifetime. We were keeping it secret and we never planned in sharing anything with anyone, except the band and the crew who actually witnessed everything during the tour.

We decided that I would be away for a month, in order to have all the necessary time to prepare the papers that I needed in order to come back and move to London for good. I knew I would miss him a lot, but, in the same time, I knew I left many things unsolved back home, as well.

Harry was going to fully enjoy the hiatus that was just showing on the horizon, write and complete his new album and, as he used to say, with me by his side, it would all have been much easier, as he was considering we were both a moral support one for the other. His new album – as he confessed me one day – was about to have songs describing his past relationships and all the lessons he took from those. It was like a closure he was putting over them, opening now to our future together.

I was no longer amazed by his words; I was getting so used with how we were and with the fact that we were such a beautiful and perfect matched couple, that somehow, on the way, I finally understood that and so I became grateful for what I was receiving from life.

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Back home, everyone was excited to see me. And I was the happiest to see them. It was that feeling that I left home for so long, so I was trying to take advantage of every moment and share with my family and my friends all the adventures I went through.

My happiness was extreme when I saw Laura came by as well and we finally had the time we wanted so much for ourselves, to catch up all that we went through in the past and didn't have the necessary time to share back then. Laura was, during all the time that I was away, a moral support, even from a distance. We used to write each other almost daily and I trusted sharing with her all the things that happened. Without her, I don't think I would have faced that journey so well and Harry admired her as well and always said that Laura did bring some changes into my life all along the way. And it was true, and it is even nowadays. After five years of friendship, Laura continues to be, even from a distance, because we still live in different countries, the sister that I never had, a person I can always count on, no matter what.

I was planning to come back to London at the beginning of November and take my mother with me also. I was so excited in thinking that soon Christmas was about to come, and it was about to be the first Christmas spent with Harry and his family. We already decided that we would all gather in Holmes Chapel and stay there until after New Year's Eve.

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