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February Fifth

i apologise for this chapter, 1. it's not very well written 2. i got into a road accident and 3. i did have a mental breakdown between writing this SKDJSK i hope it's not too evident so yah sorry! x

but, on the plus side.....guess whose relationship is finally on the mend this chapter!!!!

 FEBRUARY 5TH 2022, MIDNIGHT

"Happy birthday Nan," I whispered, blowing out the candles on the cake I'd quickly bought in the store on the way home from work last night. I was sat in my living room alone, tears streaming down my face as I spent her first birthday after her death alone. 

"I miss you," I continued to say, looking at the knife on the table beside the cake. Picking it up, I cut a thin slice, picking it up with my fingers and taking small bites. 

I laugh, knowing that my Nan would've sat with me, complaining about how the icing on the cake was too thick, and how she always preferred chocolate cake. 

"They didn't have any chocolate in the store," I said out loud, still mumbling away to myself. "Just a plain one. I hope that's okay, Nan. I hope you're okay."

And then a bang on my door. At first, I really thought I was about to get burgled, and scrambled out of my chair with the knife is my hand. But then, as the bangs became a little quieter and more frequent, I realised that someone was knocking on my door. 

It was midnight, and I wasn't expecting anyone round. Especially not today. I had no work today, and I had specifically made sure that today was clear in my diary. It was a day I had planned to spend alone, but yet, here I was, inclined to open the door to whoever it was. 

"Hello?" I called out, the knife still in my hand. 

"Can you please let me in?" The voice outside my door asked. 

"Harry?" I asked, quickly placing the knife back on the kitchen countertop, ashamed that I'd even thought about using it on the person the other side of the door. 

Things between me and him were...rocky. Considerably better than they had been, that was for sure. Since finding out about his alcoholism, I'd encouraged him to go to meetings, which he had been. Consistently, too. He'd been looking healthier, and everyone around him had noticed it. 

Still, he had a long way to go, and I was still not entirely convinced on forgiving him for what he'd done. He had, however, dumped Isabella straight after she had full on attacked me back at the shoot. Honestly, she was lucky I didn't consider pressing charges after the unwarranted abuse. 

There was no way we'd be seeing anymore of her for the considerable future, which I was actually very happy about. 

"Yeah, it's me. Can you let me in before someone like, calls the police on me for looking like a stalker trying to get into your apartment please?" He asks, and his words bring a small and brief smile to my face. 

I unlock the door, opening it to him and allowing him to walk into my apartment. "Are you okay?" Was the first question out of my mouth. I was worried it was something to do with alcohol, but he nodded his head. 

"I should be asking you that question," he said softly, cocking his head to look at me. If I still wasn't angry at him, I probably would've melted at the look he gave me, but I stood my ground. 

"Hmm?"

"I came to make sure you were okay. It's your Nan's birthday today," he said, and somehow him saying it out loud made it hurt ten times more than it did up until now.