Wistful Paradise / H.S. [COMPLETE]

Thirty-Eight

A month later

Florence

"So, how are you feeling about Harry being away?" Holly, our mutual therapist, asked me. We had been talking for a little over an hour, catching up on a much-needed talk.

When the plane landed, Harry and I seemed to have rushed back into our habits. And while that thought had scared me before, now it felt almost normal.

"I feel okay, Harry feels the same I believe," I answered immediately, a grin on my face when I noticed my phone lighting up with another message from Harry. I ignored it, mainly because I was sat in the chair, right in front of her. 

I grabbed my phone off the table and put the screen down so I wouldn't be able to see the constant notifications. "We call almost every night and he's kicking it on tour. He's coming home tonight for the premiere tomorrow."

Holly smiled at me, writing something down on her notepad before putting it down. "How are you feeling about him coming home?"

"Fine, I'm really excited to see him," I answered almost immediately. The last time I had seen him was the morning he left for tour. We had spent the rest of the night and morning rolling around in the sheets, sneaking kisses and taking our turns in pleasing each other and scrambling to take our clothes on five minutes before Harry was supposed to leave.

Holly closed up her book and crossed her leg over her other. Her hands locked in front of her and a smile graced her lips. "Florence, honestly, I think I'm able to clear both you and Harry for the two weekly sessions. I think both you and Harry have made a lot of progress since the last time we've seen each other and I believe we have reached the goals we'd had set up in the beginning," She started, her brown eyes peering into mine. "However, that doesn't mean that I never want to see you guys here again. You can always schedule another appointment when you feel the need to. What do you think?"

I didn't realise until she stopped talking that I was holding my breath. I let out a deep sigh, relief and a form of happiness flooding out of my body. "I think I'm ready," I smiled, pondering for a second. The thought of not having a talk with Holly every week doesn't scare me as much as it did.

"I'm seeing Harry in a few days, I believe. I will tell him in person and ask him how he feels about having fewer conversations. And then I guess this is it for now," Holly cleared her throat, standing up.

I followed her movements, standing up as well and shaking her hand in the process. We stood in front of each other and I don't know what came over me but all of a sudden I wrapped my hands around her. "Thank you," I breathed. "For everything."

I let go of her as quickly as the thought came over me and with another wide smile, I closed the door. Closing the door felt like a new beginning. Leaving everything behind in that room and starting off fresh.

I sprinted towards my car, reading the text message from Harry that said he would be home in a little over an hour. It was about twenty minutes ago, which meant I had more than enough time to get home and tidy up a little bit before he would arrive.

I got home in ten minutes, staring at the place I have called home for more than five years. And yet, this time coming home felt different.

I smiled when I opened the door and Bono ran up towards me. His exciting barks made me chuckle in return and I quickly scratched him around his ears.

"Bono," I trailed off my voice, calling loudly for his name as I went in the living room. "Dad's coming home."

I picked up the pillows and fluffed them, grabbing the few pieces of trash before practically running into the kitchen. There were a few dishes lingering around and some packets from different things I used. I tidied it all up and sat down on the couch after I was ready.