prom date | wroetoshaw

Goodbye Warwick

A week had passed since the worst day of my life. And every day, Harry had been there, by my side. First thing in the morning, he'd ask me how I felt out of ten.

Each day it had stayed below five, but today was a better day. Today, my final contracts had been signed off for my apartment down in London. My new job had offered two weeks of compassionate leave, so I wasn't due to start for another three, which gave me some time for me, to look after myself properly.

"How are you feeling out of ten today?" Harry asks, stretching his arms and rolling over in the bed.

We'd been sharing ever since that night. We hadn't spoken about it since, and surprisingly it wasn't awkward. Harry respected my decision, and I was grateful for it. I think he knew that it wasn't a flat out rejection. It was more of a 'I think I like you but in no way am I capable of determining my feelings right now.'

"A five," I respond, even managing a proper smile.

He turned to look at me properly, surveying my face. "For real?" He asked, his face lighting up.

My victories were his victories, as he'd said to me.

"Yeah! All the London stuff is final, I'm moving out of here in a week, and you're here, and whilst I'm still definitely grieving, I can - you know, see the silver lining," I explain, watching the grin on his face expand.

"She'd be proud of you, you know. They both are," he says, and his words surprise me. I'm not mad - nor majorly upset, instead just very taken aback.

"I'd hope so," I manage, looking out of the window. "I'd like to think they are. I'm sure they're happy I've got you as a support system," I include, noticing how he hadn't taken his eyes off of my face.

"And when you get to London you'll have a bigger one. You've already met some of them, but you can meet the rest if you'd like - I've mentioned you a few times already -"

He was scratching his head, and it was tilted to the side. He must have forgotten how easy it was for me to tell when he was lying, or underplaying the situation.

"A few?" I ask sceptically, raising my eyebrow at him.

He cracked under the pressure. "Fine. It might be more than a few times, but can I also mention that whenever I bring up your name, they get excited and ask if you're coming down to London again," he adds on, making my heart swell a little. I'd never had people feeling excited to see ... me? Really?

"You already know I'd love to meet them. If they've got your seal of approval, they've probably got mine too."

And that was that. Harry didn't need any more convincing that I wanted to meet them, and from that moment it was set in stone that I was now part of their friendship group too. I had absolutely no idea of what was about to become, knowing only that no two days were ever going to be the same.

**

"Lily, if you are still in bed when the moving team knock on your door so help me God -" Harry yelled from my living room. I could hear him perfectly fine - in fact, if he had actually checked in my bedroom, he would've seen me frantically taping up all of the packed moving boxes, which were ready to be loaded into the van when they arrived.

He seemed to be as stressed as I was - which made no sense because it was only my belongings being moved halfway down the country, not his. I was driving us down to London behind the van, but realistically we could leave whenever. We'd make it there before them anyway.

He burst through the door, his mouth open ready to say something, but shut it at the sight of all the boxes. "See, whilst you were gobbing off at me, I was sorting through all this shit, and now it's packed. Happy now?"