Love on Notes

8

The next three days passed so quickly. We had such a good time that I didn't want this to end.

— You won't forget to send me a message as soon as you get to Paris?
— Don't worry about me, what do you expect to happen to me with two sons as bodyguards?

A laugh escaped my mouth. My mother gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered to me to look after myself, then got on the train, quickly followed by Charlie. It came to the moment where I had to say goodbye to Harry. He put down the bag he had just lifted and stared at the floor.

— Stop making a goodbye so complicated, I said, smiling.

He wasn't particularly sensitive, but he always struggled with these moments.

— You know I'm always afraid something will happen to you, I'm always afraid this will be goodbye for good, Liz.
— Harry, I insisted, putting my hands on his cheeks, we don't know what's going to happen, but I'm never going to let anything separate me from you, so you've got nothing to worry about, you'll see me soon, okay?

He swallowed and nodded.

— Thank you, Liz. I'm going to miss you.

I hugged him.

— You too, Harry. And don't forget to let me know about the girl.

He dragged his feet to the train and finally got on after a final exchange of glances. Through the window, I saw him sit down next to Mum and opposite to Charlie. The departure bell rang and my family waved their hands in greeting. The train pulled away until it disappeared from my field of vision.

I inhaled sharply to calm my sadness, as a cool breeze caressed my hair. Putting my bag back on my shoulder, I walked out of the station and back to my flat.

The sunlight flooded into my living room. I pulled the curtains a little before tidying up. I glanced at the clock, which said nine o'clock, when someone knocked at my door. As I wasn't expecting anyone, I was slightly worried. Checking my mobile, I noticed that I hadn't received any notification. As I didn't have a peephole, I approached the door cautiously.

— Eve? I exclaimed as I saw her holding two bottles of rosé and a bag. What are you doing here?
— A lady came out of the building, so I snuck in, but otherwise I thought it'd been a long time since we'd had a takeaway from one of our favorite places, and as my flat is a big mess, I came here.

She came into my house waving her short hair. I smiled, delighted by her visit. Once the door was closed behind us, she put the bottles and bag on the kitchen counter and connected her phone to my speaker. I was checking out her black lace top, leather trousers and ankle boots when I heard the melody of Drunk in Love, The Weeknd's remix. Enthusiastic, I quickly joined her in the middle of the living room, where she had already started dancing.

I've been thinking, I've been thinking
Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby?
I want you, na na

While we were screaming and swaying without any embarrassment, my phone rang. It only took one look for her to stop the music and for me to pick it up, after calming my breathing.

— Good afternoon Sibylline! I exclaimed too loudly.
— Good evening, Elizabeth, she replied in a surprised voice. Are you well?

Great, I've got a good evening to a good afternoon, I feel silly now.

— Well, everything's fine, and you?
— I wanted to ask you if you were still going to write your article on criminals?

I frowned, as she had never question my choices in the past.