Project Cliffside

Three

I woke up from the probable most comfortable sleep I've ever had curled up in Harry's arms. When I was fully awake, I inhaled his scent and smiled as I felt a sensation I hadn't felt since she passed. Home. I jumped when I felt a warmth on my forehead, but relaxed when I realised it was Green Eyes.
"Hey, beautiful. Good morning." He whispers to me, his voice hoarse. God, his voice...
"Good morning." I reply, my voice just as hoarse. "That was... the best sleep I've ever had." I whisper to him, tempted to block my hearing out just so I wouldn't hear what he said in case he rejected me. Instead of saying anything, he presses his lips to my forehead again causing me to shiver and close my eyes in contentment.
"Me too. It was so comfortable." He whispers against my head. I smile.
I pull my phone out and type in google 'How old do you have to be to move to Alvonia?' and while I'm typing Harry looks at me with a smile.
"Isn't that the really pretty tropical kingdom near... is it Norway?"
"Yeah. I want to move there." I say nonchalantly.
"How about we finish school and move there together? Start a whole new life." Harry suggests.
"I'd love that so much." I said.

*
As I walk home from school, I hear a boy yelling my name. Not just any boy. Harry.
"Fiz!" He gasps, rapidly running towards me.
"Holy crap, harry! Are you okay?" I say, putting my hand to my heart to feel how much its thumping. He nods, smiling sheepishly.
"I might've done something." He says teasingly.
"That sentence normally means people have either killed someone or they've done something wrong." I reply sceptically.
"I booked us flight tickets to Alvonia..."
My jaw dropped and I'm pretty sure I had a mini stroke.
"But... sch-" " I whisper. I really hated school anyway so I wasn't phased about that, but more the qualifications. Halfway through my sentence, he kisses me to shut me up.
"You don't need a lot of qualifications there." He whispers. "I found a job which pays €50 an hour."
"Woah." I whisper. "Why?" I asked this out of curiosity. He paid €400 to fly us both to Alvonia?
"Because I love you, Fiz, and that's what you do for people you love. I want you to be happy, and I know you're happy with me. Do you need anything from your house? Or are you happy just going there?"
My eyes widen and I think. Do I want anything from that house, or do I need to have a fresh start? I decided to choose to have a fresh start.
"No, I don't need anything there." I said, a low amount of uncertainty in my voice.
"Are you sure? You can always go back here to Ireland if you need to."
"I know. Believe me, I'm finished with Ireland. Before we go, I need to tell you something."
"Okay.." Harry says, fidgeting with his fingers and rings.
"You know how..." I pause. "Three days ago when you came to my house my parents were yelling at each other?"
He nods, a look of fear and slight anger in his eyes. I take a deep breath, which doesn't do anything because it comes out as a shaky sigh.
"My dad.." I start, my throat going dry.
"Take your time, love. I'm here for you." He whispers with the same level of uncertainty as me.
"He... killed my sister."