You fell asleep that night wrapped in Helena's arms inhaling her scent in every breath you took. Tim didn't come back that night. Nor did he return for the remainder of the weekend.
"I thought you'd gone home last night" Billy said, entering the kitchen as Helena sat at the counter and you were pouring a kettle of freshly brewed tea into two mugs. "Of course not Bill" you smiled, as Helena gritted her teeth. He didn't even acknowledge Helena as he came into the room. "Tea?" you said, holding up the kettle. "No I'm good" he replied, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. "I'm all set" he smiled weakly before heading out of the room.
"He hates me" Helena said, raising her brows as you handed her the tea. "Give him time" you said, as you sat beside her. "I shouldn't have exploded like that with my kids in the house it was very naughty of me" she said, changing her tone with it raising and dropping at each word. "Don't be so hard on yourself" you said, holding her chin and tilting her face toward you. "I'd of done the same. You know I would've" you said as she giggled at your hot-headed nature. "Still Y/N that's not the point" she frowned. "I'm their mother I should know better"
"Helena you were angry I know I don't and probably will never understand what it's like.. being a mother but I know for a fact it changes nothing" you said, cuddling her from behind. "I suppose so" she shrugged. "Don't ever say that Y/N you'd make a wonderful mum" she whispered, as you smiled. "What's that supposed to mean?" you laughed. "You're such a beautiful, caring and warm young woman.. your amazing with my Nellie" she said, softly. "Oh" you giggled. "One tiny problem there.. we all can't be a bloody milf like you can we love?" you chuckled, as Helena went a shade of deep rasberry.
"Oi you" she said, laughing nervously. "I speak nothing but the truth" you called, as you wandered over to the pastel coloured cupboards. "Y/N love I do have something to ask" she said, as her big brown eyes stared lovingly up at you. "Go on.." you said, turning around as your cheeks rested in your palms held up by your elbows. "The Harry Potter premier is in a few months and I don't have a date so I was wondering.." she stammered. "Of course I'll join you" you said, leaning over and placing a kiss on the top of her head unaware of your cleavage that was placed directly in front of Helena's eyes. "Y/N" she gasped, flustered. "What?" you giggled. "Never mind.. obviously you'd have to be seen as Billy's date but I'd love for you to be there" she smiled gently. "I wouldn't miss it for the world"
"That's why your my best girl" she whispered, stroking your cheek. "Only for you" you replied before heading out of the room. You spent a few more days with Helena before heading back to your apartment for university. Exams were hard and you and Billy spent more time studier than ever before. Months flew by. You barely saw Helena and it hurt but you knew you had to do this. For yourself and for her. You had to create a life you were proud of no matter who was in your life.
It was a few weeks before the premier when a large parcel arrived at your door. It was wrapped ever so carefully in the prettiest brown paper with white polkadots painted ever so gently on and secured with white ribbon, curled at the end and tied in a bow. "Oh wow" you thought, hearing the bed creak as you sat on it to open the parcel. A note fell from the paper as you untied the ribbon. "wear this - love Helsa x".
You smiled to yourself as you placed the note safely under your pillow. It wasn't much but it was something. The little things mattered the most to you they always had. The sentimental nature of something had always meant more than the value. The feeling and thought. The emotion. It warmed you and made you feel wanted. Much more than materialistic objects ever could. That was the thing about Helena. She felt you deeply on another level. It was like you were kindred spirits and your souls were conjoined. She too valued the importance of the little things in life. The inexpensive but more memorable items. Like Nell's handmade finger paintings or Billy's old arts and crafts projects. They held a special place in both her heart and her home so she framed them. Framed them so anyone who entered that very home. The little gothic mansion in Hampstead, North London could feel the energy and the love that ran throughout the walls. So they could feel home and comfortable. Safe even. It was truly magical.
YOU ARE READING
Hers
Fiksi PenggemarY/N has just moved to London in order to pursue her career of being an author. However, a familiar face soon changes everything and she must decide where her priorities lie and if its worth risking it all for someone she hardly knows.
