Dear Iris [h.s]

chapter fifty one.

Iris Grace

This morning I woke up and Harper was sandwiched between Harry and I, still fast asleep as Harry sat up reading a book. Harper was lying face down on the pillow which I was a little shocked by, but when Harry saw my surprised face he let out a little chuckle and told me she sleeps like that all the time.

Harper woke up a few minutes later in a good mood, it was only half 8 but she was ready to start her day. Harry and I went downstairs, he made her breakfast and we sat on the couch as she ate her toast and coloured in.

Last night Harry said I was his girlfriend.

Sitting next to him on the couch, just listening to Harper tell her stories about the dream she had last night, he held my hand and his thumb drew circles on the back of it as he smiled. I don't think labels change a lot, but knowing this is official, Harry and I are boyfriend and girlfriend, it's clarity. It's good to feel like we're on the same page, because I was really struggling holding in my excitement last night when Harry said I was his girlfriend.

"What day is it Iris?" Harper asked me, not Harry for some reason.

"It's Saturday." I shouted over to her.

Last night was horrible at dinner. I don't think I'll be able to face my brother for a while, or my mum and dad, I'm embarrassed. Louise was so sweet, but I can't believe she had to see all that, she had to help the daughter of somebody else because her own mother wouldn't. I feel awful.

It was nice to come back here and spend time with Harry though, he always backs a bad day better, and so does Harper. She's such a happy person and it's hard to remain in a bad mood around her. I can tell why Harry spends a lot of time with her.

"Are we going to our beach?" Harper asked Harry, to which he smiled.

"Course, it's Saturday." He chuckled, then looking at me and nudging me teasingly. "And maybe we can bring someone else with us. What'd you say Haps?"

"Yes!" She exclaimed, "Iris you can come to me and Harry's secret beach, you're allowed."

"You don't have to go in the water," Harry whispered, as if he could read the expression of doubt on my face. He was speaking quietly so just I could hear. "Stop and pick up a sketchbook or something."

Something about that look on Harry's face he wears every time  he asks me something makes it so difficult to say no to, because now we're all going to Harry and Harper's beach. We're stopping at my studio on the way so I can get different clothes and grab a sketchbook. By stopping at my studio I mean I'll be stopping and I'll meet them there, because knowing our luck we'll bump into George or something and he'll wonder why we're together and I can't be bothered with that today.

They walked me to the studio and walked off themselves. I made a quick change and tried to decide which sketchbook to take with me today. I decided to take my line one, it's been a while since I did some stuff in that one.

Flicking through the book, I'm reminded of all the drawings I've done in there. Line drawings aren't really my strong point but they're fun to do and they don't look completely awful. There were drawings of Harry I forgot I even did in there, ones that made me smile.

The last page though, wasn't done by me.