Abditory [H.S]

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Warning: this chapter contains talks about abuse and lots of emotional trauma.

Luella Jones

It's been a week since we've all been here, and so far so good.

Kingston and Harvey stay low at a nearby apartment beside the beach just in case they notice something weird by us, and Liam stays checking the cameras Harry had apparently set up for a few years now.

It's been....nice to say the least between Harry and I.

We both clearly still refuse to speak about our feelings towards one another, but that doesn't stop us from actually enjoying our time together, nor does it make things awkward between us.

We finished our marvel marathon a few days ago, and Harry loved it.

He cried like a baby in all Infinity War, Endgame, and WandaVision. Obviously, I cried with him, but it was funny seeing him actually sobbing with me on the heartbreaking scenes.

"No, no, I just have something in my eyes." He shakes his head, both of us watching that last scene in Avengers: Infinity War. The laptop stays in my lap, Harry's body close to mine on bed.

"Oh really?" I look at him, tears already streaming down my face to find his eyes red from trying to hold the tears in.

He nods, sniffing. Harry keeps his eyes set on the screen, only to eventually let himself cry, which makes me laugh at first.

"This is so sad, stop it." He rests his head on my shoulder, both of us laughing at each other crying.

So, that was fun for sure.

We're now driving back from the market after we went down to get some things for the house, along with some wood for the fire place.

It's 8pm, which is pretty late for us to be out at this point. But everything is pretty much alive, the streets are jammed and the lights are just as bright as they are in the morning. Plus, it was our fault for leaving at like, 6pm.

I'm not complaining whatsoever, I love late night drives around huge cities.

Especially if it involves icecream.

Harry emerges from the icecream shop after a few minutes, holding out two different cones in his hand. He hands me the one with chocolate scoops only through the window, opening the door to get inside the car after I thank him.

"You know, you were a cute baby." I speak after a while of us both just eating our icecreams, his car parked in the parking lot of the beach. The fake rock is right in front of us, so we're basically watching the intrance at the same time.

"Let me guess, my mum showed you a tour of the famous hallway?" He smiles.

"She did." I chuckle. "My least favourite one is you holding the spider."

He laughs, dimples reaching his eyes. "I was a crazy kid."

"I bet you bit people." I state, making him laugh even harder as if to agree. "Oh my god! You did?" He continues to cackle as he chucks his finished icecream's paper into the side of his car's door.

"You are crazy, mate." I point at him.

"What else did she speak to you about?" He furrows his eyebrows, turning onto his side in his seat as he stares at me.

To tell you I love you first.

"George." I say instead, swallowing nervously at his reaction.