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30 | Sugar, Sugar

Soz for the late update. My prof is not making my life easy. Ew. Anyway...

I really dig this chapter. Issanotha long one. I hope you enjoy it, you rosy tulips you 🌷

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Harry.

"I like your place."

That was the first thing Serenity said after taking a few steps into my condo.

I held my girl close during the elevator ride with my arm around her waist as we faced the doors, avoiding the glass encasement. Nonetheless, I still heard her count quietly under her breath. I placed a soft kiss on her temple while she did so. She never commented about it, keeping to herself, but I swore I saw her lips curl up slightly even though her eyes were shut. I wanted to protect her and make sure she was safe around me — with me.

When we left the arena, the traffic was still bad, but we managed to get here as quick as we could — an hour, give or take. She sent a text to Amara about Luna, who was quick to reply with a 'no worries.' It was nice to see that Serenity had such a good friend that she could count on.

I wished I had one of those in my life.

But I have my Essie now, and that's infinitely better than just anyone.

When we walked into my building, we got a few stares from the workers, especially noticing my casual appearance, and holding hands with a girl — my special girl. The last time this happened, we weren't a couple, and the same thing happened.

It was surreal.

But it also made me uncomfortable.

I hated being stared at — simply because there was nothing to see.

The fact that Serenity saw something in me was still a miracle.

"You've been here before, remember?" I spoke as I watched her deep in thought, looking around my place. She turned to look at me with a soft smile on her lips.

"Oh, I know. But I never got a proper look at everything. I mean, it's all so bland and cold."

"Cold? I can turn up the hea—"

"Harry, it's like twenty-five degrees outside. It's still hot for this time of year. As much as I hate the cold, though, I love sweater weather." She laughed. "But, I meant that it lacks liveliness — that homey feeling."

"It's why I liked your place more. It's um, cosy," I shyly said, scratching the back of my neck. "D-do you want to decorate here?"

"The sardine can is cosy. Noted." She grinned, and I let out a soft chuckle. "I was going to do it anyway, but thanks for the permission."

"Infuriating."

"Difficult." Silently, she playfully narrowed her eyes at me, sticking her tongue out slightly. She looked absolutely adorable, and I adored this side of her.

Her carefree spirit was so pure and beautiful — I envied her for that.

"First, we're going to start off with some candles. Then maybe add some colour to brighten up that black and white personality of yours. I've also got to get this place out of its 'concrete zone.'"

"Hey," I whined. "That's not very nice."

"Yeah, well, neither is letting your poor plant sit all lonely over there with no one to talk to it."

"I — I do, just whenever I get the chance to," I spoke softly, and she let out a small sigh.

She made her way over to the greens in the corner, and delicately smoothed her fingertips over its leaves, then whispered, "He loves you, you know. I've kept up his time. I'm sorry."