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The main man is back, so I hope you enjoy it!

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Harry.

Today was a very important day.

Today was the day that things were going to change.

There was also one thing that pushed me to make this happen — no fucking way was I going to let Madison ruin my life any further.

I was done with her and the bullshit that she drilled into my mind.

Serenity showed me so many things and made me ultimately believe that I had complete control over my emotions, thoughts, and actions. Whether or not it was big or small, I could do it, and no one was going to stop me from that.

And even if they wanted to — fuck them.

Harry Styles was not some puppet or a robotic machine that only functioned when it had a mastermind behind it. I was my own leader and I was in control.

And for fuck's sake, I was a human being. I deserved to have perceptions and deeds — and feelings.

The term that Serenity called her — that bitch — suited my ex, quite well I might add. Of course, that's if anyone was to ask about her, I'd say the same thing. That's precisely what she was, and there was no way to sugarcoat that.

Not many things about me were going to change, though. Enhancing the better part of me and remove the destructive thoughts my ex drilled deep into my soul were my goals.

Every time I'm with Serenity, I feel a boost of serotonin in my body, and it's not just because she's around me, but she gives off positive vibes. It's strange, but whenever that woman walks into a room, anyone can find some form of happiness and joy on the spot — she's hypnotic.

I woke up earlier this morning, checked my emails and missed calls, then washed up. There was something I added that was never in my routine before — making myself breakfast. I made it for Essie once, and it was successful for the most part, but it was the first time for just me.

Linda was already here, so she helped me make it if I needed it. Needless to say, she was surprised as fuck, but she didn't comment on it. Of course, I could see her expressions throughout, and she was definitely grinning for obvious reasons. It was far from a five-star meal, but something proper that I could say that I had involvement in it. I also asked if she could give me tips on making dinner without burning my condo down, and she said she'd help me. I hoped that one day I could prepare a lovely evening for Serenity and me — one day.

I was proud of myself.

I even decided to go up and check on my garden. The weather was colder, but I made sure everything was still okay. When it was built, I decided to pick out the best materials for the bloom's protection — I'd never do anything to harm them.

I cared about others' happiness and care, but I never once really thought about myself. That was another thing that was going to change.

Because looking at my pride and joy made me happy.