JUST ONE MORE DAY... (H.S)

6

I laugh at him when he trips on the porch and jogs to his car. Silly guy. I don't want to be sulking again, so I plan to make something to eat by the time he comes back. I check the pantry and remember to make a visit to the mart for groceries and stuff. I see we have pasta and decide that's the only best thing I could pull out in this time. In a span of 20 minutes I am done with the pasta. I'll make garlic bread too, I think to myself and take out bread from pantry. It's still baking in the oven when I hear a car stop by the house and sense that it's Harry. I walk to the door and open it. Harry looks at me surprised with two luggage bags and a duffle on his shoulder.

"I was about to ring the bell", he says and gets inside, "wow, it smells good. Were you cooking?", he asks me, taking his shoes off and rolling his luggage in.

"Ya, I made pasta and garlic bread is still in the oven. You can take your things up. I'll call you when it's done.", I tell him.

"You really didn't have to. But thank you. I'll join in a few minutes", he says and goes up with his luggage.

A minute more and the garlic bread is done too. I take out plates to serve and place them on the counter. I serve the pasta into the plates and place the garlic bread to a side on the plate.

"Harry!!!, food's ready", I shout out, while taking out the cutlery. I hear his footsteps walking down the stairs.

"Thank you so much, I was starving by the way.", he says and sits down before his plate.

"You're done with setting up?", I ask him, getting glasses for water.

"Yup, I had all the things seperated in the hotel so I just had to take out all the stuff and place them in their space",he says.

"That's good, you're very systematic", I say smirking.

He chuckles, "I wouldn't say that, I was too eager to get out from that hotel, and settle down. I just want a peaceful sleep on a cosy bed, the beds in the hotel were stiff."

I hum and start eating, we don't make much talk the whole time.

Swallowing the last bit of bread, "It's a really good pasta, I would kill to have it everyday, but I don't wanna bother you", he says.

"Thank you. No worries, I do make it everyday in different styles. So your in for it." I say, and drink my water. He gets a call.

"Ello.....yup I moved in to a house. I'll send you the pics after the call.....she's my partner in Art lecture.....her name is Elizabeth.....oh! Ya I forgot about that, I'll talk to her.....I'll send you the list, then it's gonna be easy..... Okay, love you. Bye". He cut the call.

"It was my mum, she wanted to ask me if I've moved in without a hassel", he says

"Okay, your close to your mum", I ask him, picking up the plates to wash them.

"She's the best, I tell her everything that's happening with me. She's my rock.", he says smiling to himself.

I am washing the dishes placing them aside to towel dry them when he comes and takes the towel, start wiping them dry.

"You don't have to do that Harry", I tell him.

"It's the least I could do when you've cooked me tasty food", he smiles, "And by the way, about the rent and bills?", he asks.

"We'll be splitting the water, electric bills. There's no rent.", I tell him.

"No rent!!, this is ridiculous you'r letting me stay here for free and charging me up for the bills only. There should be some other things which I could do to compensate for the rent. Maybe I could drive you to uni, what are your other majors?", he asks me.

"Music", I mumble.

"Perfect, mine is Arts, Music and Business. Arts and Music are each three days and morning schedules. Business is afternoon lecture on Monday, Wednesday and Thursday. So it'll be easy for us, we could go together and we'll come back to have lunch. On the days I have Business I'll go after having lunch. What do you say?", he says and asks me.

"I don't want to bother you, I could go with Jennie and Ben. I usually do that.", I tell him.

"You're not bothering me. In fact I am the one asking you to join me", he says.

I think for a while, and dry my hands and sit on the counter chair, he sits beside me waiting for my answer.

"Okay, that's good with me. But I need to know why do you have 3 majors?", I ask him.

"My dad forced me to get Business. He tells me that Music and Arts won't bring a decent payable job", he says a bit sad.

"Come on, many people get fantastic jobs in Music too. And Arts, a minimal painting with a deep meaning is millions.", I scoff.

"That's what I told him, but he never takes it positive. He says that it will work that way for one in a million", he pouts.

I sigh loudly, stopping the talk there, as parents is a sensitive topic for me.

"You've got any plans for today", I ask him.

"No nothing, I would take a long nap in the cosy bed and as tomorrow is weekend too, what about you?", he says.

"Me too, I'll head up. I might sleep, so if your hungry there's still pasta in the fridge, you could heat it in the oven, and don't bother me I won't be having dinner.", I say and walk to my room.

"Okay", he says.

I change into my usual bed attire and lay on bed. Staring at the ceiling with many thoughts going on in my mind. One of them being.

I hope everything goes well staying with him.

My eyes feel heavy, and I am sleeping in a matter of seconds.

AN:
Hello, thank you for reading. If you find any mistakes please let me know. I would love to know your thoughts in the comments. TPWK 😇