Hunger

June (part 2)

Frankie started moving things to Harry's house, bit by bit. Clothes and other essential things to make her everyday life easier were the first things, she moved. She needed to be able to go to work and keep everything going as usual. Harry was more than willing to drive her to and from work, but she was focused on being independent and she didn't mind the commute to work. It was only around 40 minutes, first on the London Overground line and then a short walk, and it allowed her to listen to podcasts or audio-books. It was a good way to start her day, and she was doing her best to fill her own cup with positive affirmations, and podcasts about body-positivity, self-love and wellness. The commute to work, earbuds in her ears and a coffee in hand, was often spiced up with a couple of extra glances, as people recognized her. She noticed people whispering, sometimes they pointed, but the earbuds kept her safe from whatever words might come with the discovery of Harry Styles' girlfriend on the train. Mostly people smiled at her, or looked around for Harry, she expected. She focused on keeping to herself and letting the sounds from her earbuds drown out whatever might be happening around her. For as long as it was possible, she wanted to maintain a normal life. She knew her life might take a turn for something else eventually, if her relationship with Harry kept evolving, so she needed to appreciate the normality of her life in the moment. 

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Frankie and Harry were watching Netflix after dinner. Her dad texted her about some football match, she needed to ask Harry about. Frankie wasn't interested in football, but she took pleasure in hearing her dad wanting to connect with Harry. He kept calling him a 'good lad', which was high praise in her dad's book. Harry was flattered and proud to be on the 'lad' page of that book. 

"We should go see them soon again," he suggested when Frankie showed him the text from her dad about the football match. "I could take him to see a match, if you think he'd like that? I have connections, I could probably get us some pretty good seats." 

Frankie was lying with her face on his lap. She smiled up at him. "I think that would probably make you a 'great lad'," she giggled. 

"Well for that alone, I will definitely look into what matches to bring him to." Harry grinned. 

They were merely weeks away from Frankie's summer break, and she was excited about having some time off, where she could just focus on Harry. They had spoken about travelling somewhere, and since Frankie didn't have much travelling experience, she was willing to go wherever Harry felt like going. 

"How about we go somewhere on holiday, and when we get back, and the Premier League starts up in August, we can go up and take your dad out to a Manchester United match?" Harry was stroking her hair, while she rested her head on his thigh. 

Frankie nodded and rolled to her back, so she was looking up at him. "That sounds like a great idea. He'll be over the moon. He usually just catches the match on TV, either at home or at the pub." Frankie smiled warmly as she spoke of her dad. 'Forever a daddy's girl', her mum usually said, when Frankie followed her dad around, even now when she was grown-up. He had always been easier to get along with than her mum, he somehow seemed to be more fond of spending time with her. He could easily leave dishes and washing behind to go kick a ball around with her, when she was growing up. Mum didn't play with her the same way. She prepared meals, washed clothes, cleaned, hoovered, tidied, and made sure their house was spotless 95% of the time. 

Harry poked her nose. "Where did you go now?" He asked and looked lovingly down at her. 

Frankie chuckled and shook her head. "Sorry, just got caught in thoughts about mum and dad." She took Harry's hand in hers and caressed it, feeling the smoothness of his skin. 

"Where should we go then, Ms. Evans?" He smiled at her. 

Frankie grimaced and shrugged. "I have no idea. I'll go wherever you go," she said, and blushed a little at her own corny comment.