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Haven's POV:

I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders after my confession to Harry. He doesn't know everything and believe me I know that, but honestly, I'm proud of myself that I even told him. I don't know when I began to trust Harry but all I know is that I do.

Mistakes are mistakes because you don't see the fault of them in the moment.

We spent yesterday curled up on the couch watching the office long into the hours of the afternoon when he was inevitably pulled away for work and he hasn't returned since.

He begrudgingly left, but not without a kiss that sent tingles up and down every inch of my body and multiple I love you's that were spoken against my lips.

I love you. . .I never knew I wanted to hear them so bad until he did, and now I'd do anything to even hear them one last time. I knew I felt it, but I didn't know he felt the same way. No one's ever loved me like that before and now that I know what it's like, I can't understand how I ever lived a life without it.

Harry sent me a message before I attempted to fall asleep, telling me he wouldn't be able to come over last night so as you can assume, I didn't get very much sleep. . .not that it was his fault, but you know and I know that I sleep better when he's here.

Sitting on my unmade made, I stare at the encrypted computer I have hidden underneath the floorboard of my room. Watching as the 21-digit password made up of symbols, numbers and letters I created brighten my screen. I've been checking it every couple of months but I'd forgotten to do so ever since I met Harry and if I'm being honest I just haven't wanted to check it.

The longer I'm with Harry, the more I wish I could just forget about who I was altogether, meaning that I've begun to forget certain priorities like this.

Like clockwork, after 10 minutes I watch the password to the vault change to another 21 random digits. Magic number 21. A random 21-digit, computer-generated password I'd set to change every 10 minutes that is working 24/7. Even from here, I know that an encrypted email was just sent to the head of Malcolm's security like it has every 10 minutes since I wrote the code years ago. With the arrival of the new email means the automatic deletion of the outdated one.

No ones opened the vault since it was shut and another wave of relief hits me knowing that has yet to change. I didn't design it to keep things out, I designed it to keep things in. I shut off the computer, returning it to its rightful spot hidden away before checking my phone for what seemed like the 100th time in the past hour.

I stare at the "Happy Birthday Baby!" message I sent Harry over 2 hours ago and the 3 missed calls with a frown, wondering what he could be doing.

The sheet music to his gift sits beside me on the bed completed and wrapped in an envelope with a bow, a little black box sitting on top of it.

My phone buzzes in my lap and I smile seeing Harry's name pop up on my screen.

Thank you Sunny! Work is so busy but I'll come to pick you up tonight at 10. He messages back and I can't help but frown. 10? I didn't expect him to want to spend the whole day with me, but I can't lie and say I didn't want to make it special for him. I at least wanted to give him his gift, but I guess I'll have to give it to him on another day. With a sigh, I take his gifts and hide them away on my side table to ensure they don't get damaged.

I get ready, suddenly sick of my small apartment and make my way to Fleurs, where I find Grace wiping down the counter.


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