The Cost of Immortal Love [H.S A.U]

E I G H T

October 10th, 5 months till Ostara, 8 months since I was pulled from the car and out of the arms that offered me to complete strangers, October 10th my birthday. I planned on staying in bed for as long as I could but Jonathan woke me up bright and early to help him in his office. Piling on papers that needed sorting and books needing to be put back. No magic aiding me as I'm the only thing putting them away. Up and down the ladders.

I step away when he leaves the office and try and find lunch. A headache forming from missing breakfast. The fridge bare and the cabinets boring. I just give up and opt for the less bruised banana and walk back upstairs to take a nap, or at least I attempted to.

Kylo pulls me aside and asks for help in the storage room, well one of them. The under ground tunnels are filled with them. Old antiques collected over the many years they've been alive. Blue flowers with red thorns. The painting sounds familiar but I can't remember if I've seen it in the halls before. Kylo gives me specific instructions not to break anything and to take it up to the main hall when I find it. He walks off and through the cracks of boxes and sheet covered items I see it, all the way towards the back.

I take off my sweater again working up a sweat. Dust layering on my skin sticking to every exposed. I think it got in my lungs at one point. I pull the painting out and set it outside the storage and start the slow shuffling of putting everything else back in. I lock the door and carry the fairly heavy painting of flowers up the concrete stairs. Kylo grabs it out of my hand as he opens the door just as I get to the top.

"Oh brilliant you found it." He holds it up against the empty space near the stairs. "Ugh I was right it wouldn't go with any of the others. Oh well." I bite my tongue as he makes it disappear from his hands. "Oh you smell of old people, you should really shower." He waves me off and I rush up the stairs before anyone could stop me again.

I shower till the water stops running gray. When I walk out Harry is waiting for me on the bench by the bed, relaxed reading the magazine he brought me from town.

"Please tell me you're not here to tell me to shine your shoes or organize your knickknacks." I huff in annoyance.

"I'm guessing they did well to keep you busy." He smiles still looking at the pages of the magazine.

"What?" As I walk closer to him he turns to a page where they are comparing celebrity from some award show.

"Which one do you like the most?" Thrown by the question he asks me again insisting I pick one.

"I don't know I guess the middle one?" He takes it back and looks at it.

"Hmm, simple but I like it." He snaps and I feel my hair fall over my shoulders. I jump from the feeling and I look in the vanity mirror. My hair dry and in perfect loose curls. One side pinned back my a diamond barrette in the shape of a moon. Minimal makeup bringing out my eyes with a simple black winged liner, my lips tinted dark red. I barely recognize myself. I turn back to Harry and then to my bed where there laid a black dress shining with glitter and lace.

"What's going on?" I try to contain my excitement while I feel the expensive fabric.

"Get dressed and meet me down stairs." He places a kiss upon my cheek and whispers in my ear for me not to take long. He vanishes and I pull the dress up barely getting the zipper in the back up as much as I can. The silk inside hugs my figure, the flowers aligning the dress making me seem like I have one. The laced sleeves long enough to reach my wrists. I look in the mirror and the floor length midnight blue dress flows with my every movement. I've never felt so beautiful.

I look under the bed and on top for any signs of shoes but he didn't leave one, a slight panic rises as I just have inappropriate shoes to wear with this dress.