BI AND BOG!

ninety

{ B I A N C A }
Myself and Harry had opened the door to my apartment back from our Nando's date when I walked into my studio in search for something.

I picked it up placing it in my pocket before walking back in towards Harry who had sprawled himself out on the sofa.

"I've got you a present." I stated as his head propped up towards the small box I had in my hand.

"Your not proposing, are you." He smirked as I sat beside him pulling over the blanket as I was cold.

"Just open it." I rolled my eyes as he took the small box off of me before peeping through the hole trying to see what it was. "Are you going to stand here and wonder or open it."

"Jesus woman." He smirked back before peeling off the lid before pulling it out and looking up. "An official key?! I'm special."

A key for the flat that was actually his and not Lux', "Yes Harold. Special in more ways than one." I replied to which he just shook his head looking at the key ring with it.

"As long as your near.. I'll be here?" He questioned looking at the quote I had written on it.

"Yeah." I smugly smiled.

I knew he didn't know what it meant however I just wanted to give it him now so that when or if I decide to release the song, he will know I have had the song in the works for the longest time for it too be perfect.

He slithered his hand behind my head before bringing me closer to him to land a kiss. Smiling at his gesture he grabbed the remote from behind me and sat back, pulling me in close.

"Vampire Diaries?" He asked to which I let out a chuckle.

"Thought you wasn't a series and movies kinda guy." I smirked giving him the eye to which he just rolled them.

"Yeah well I have no choice." He joked back before putting it on.

I let out a little sigh at the thought of how far I came from once being a little girl.

A little girl who was trapped by a man who didn't like her but had to deal with her because he birthed her. All the jobs I had to go through to please him even though nothing would have ever pleased him enough to love me.

And that's the life I thought was cut out for me.

I would find a guy who would treat me the way my dad did. Then produce children who would grow up in an environment I hated.

And up until I moved to London last year, I still thought that.

My ex's had always been the same, had always been manipulative and spiteful for there own benefit.

That was of course until I met Harry.

But he too still had his own fair share of bad moments. Some in which hurt me more than my ex's did.

Even when they had done worse. And at first I didn't know why it hurt that much, why I ended up spiralling to the point where I nearly died.

But it all came down to one thing.

I was completely head over heels for this man.

From the way his touch is so intoxicating, to the way he makes anyone laugh on command, to the way he's caring to me in some parts puts me before anyone else. It all just didn't feel real.

Especially for someone like me.

But he has made sure on multiple occasions and reassured me that I was the only one.

And although it's hard for me to understand, being every man in my life betraying me continually.

Harry Lewis had been the only man, besides Cal, who truly cared for me.