Make This Feel Like Home

Chapter 19

Mal's POV:

It's almost 6:00am and Harry and I find ourselves laying in his bed... on our backs facing his ceiling laughing about our childhood selves.

We came up here at about 3:00am and we've been talking ever since, it started with him telling me about when him and Gemma were kids, and how they would go sledding as kids every Christmas morning, even before they opened their presents.

"My dad and I always cooked breakfast together, I think that started when I was 10 and we did it right up until last Christmas. Then Ree and Mitch would always come over and we would trade presents. That was our Christmas because their parents always worked and we always had room for them. I think that's why Christmas was my favourite holiday". I finish saying, smiling at the ceiling.

"Was?" He asks?

"Well I'm not really looking forward to this Christmas... the first one without my dad, the first one where I'll be out of the country and then on my way back right after.." I say letting my words hang in the air.

"I didn't even realize... you'd be here for Christmas I mean. We're leaving Christmas Day aren't we?" He asks.

"That's what the tickets say" I tell him glancing over at him still staring at the ceiling. His jaw pronounced and there's a crinkle between his brows.

He doesn't say anything else. I initiate a new topic as we continue to talk until we need to start making breakfast.

"What is your philosophy on love?" I ask this question hoping he forgets about whatever has him all stiff and quiet.

"What?" He asks laughing a little in disbelief. He looks at me now properly.

I shift onto my side now and he does too. We face each other, my hand propping up my head and Harry's forearm resting under his.

"You know.. like what is something that you always follow to keep your heart safe?" I use this question whenever I  feel like I truly need to know someone.. so why not?

"I don't think I have one.." he says a little quietly.. "wanna hear mine"? I ask.

"Sure"

"I believe that in order to make a relationship work.. you need to have the same Sunday's.." I say, yet again letting it hang in the air between us.

He looks at me a little confused, "what does that even mean?" He asks moving a little closer.. his face is a little lower than mine. His eyes are tired from not sleeping and his hair is still messily perfect. I'm sure I look like shit though.

"Well there are two types of Sunday's. There is a 'self care and calm' Sunday. And then there is a 'cram everything and get it all done before Monday' Sunday's." I say and he nods his head.

"I guess you're right.. but why won't it work between people who don't have the same definition?" He asks softly..

"Well.. different people have different lives even when in a relationship. I'm a believer in having a life outside of your partner.. but Sundays should be for the two of you. So that only works for two people who have the same definition." I finish with a nod, knowing I have yet to meet someone who feels the same way.

"Interesting philosophy.." he says, now it's his turn to leave it hanging.

....

It is 8:30am and Harry and I have yet to go to sleep. But Anne and Robin are awake now so we decide to start breakfast.

Harry is teaching me how to make a traditional English breakfast. He tells me that it's all he has wanted since being back so that's what we decide to make.