I have never been so addicted to something than I am now. But in this case, I'm addicted to someone. As I have grown in our relationship, Harry has become something to me I'd hate to lose. I wouldn't be able to handle it if I lost him again.
"My dad's excited to meet you," he says, my lips curving.
"I'm excited to meet him," I grin, Harry taking us into his house.
A tall man approaches us and immediately hugs me, my lips curving.
"I'm Harry. It's so nice to meet you. Now let me get a good look at ya," he smiles, my eyes admiring the man. Harry's explained to me that his father's autistic, but his case is minor. He just has no sense of privacy.
"She looks like her," he says, my eyes glancing over at Harry.
"Like who dad?" Harry asks, carefully removing me from his arms.
"The girl in Uncle Harry's pictures," he says, my eyes glancing between them. Suddenly his dad runs up the stairs and I look over at Harry, his eyes following his father.
"I'm sorry if that was..." he trails, my head shaking.
"It's fine. I like him," I smile, meaning my words.
His dad comes back down and pushes the pictures towards me, my eyes widening. It's me, pictures taken in the time fallen angel Harry had been with me. I remember the day these were taken and I didn't know he had somehow got ahold of them. Lucky for me, it was on my polaroid.
"Wow, you do," Harry says, his dad nodding.
"I do," I say, trying to remain not suspicious.
I hand his dad the pictures and he takes them back upstairs, my head turning to look at Harry.
"Maybe that's why I thought you were so familiar," he says, my shoulders shrugging.
"Probably," I say, his head nodding.
I stay with them for dinner, Harry holding my hand the entire night. We talk with his dad for hours, my liking to the man very high. He's so interesting.
"Dad, I'm going to walk her home," Harry says, his hand reaching out to his father. He shakes his hand and affirms with him he'll be home soon, then takes me out of the house.
"I'm sorry if he talked too much. Since my parents divorced, he just likes to have someone to talk to," he tells me, my head leaning up to kiss his cheek.
"No worries. He was so cool to listen to," I say, his eyes softening at my words.
"You really liked him?" he smiles, my head nodding.
"Of course. I will love your family as I love you," I grin, his lips curving into a huge smile. He always smiles when I tell him I love him.
"God, I love you," he says, pulling me into his arms and kissing my forehead.
He kisses my lips and I lean into him, his lips curving against mine.
"You're so beautiful, little O," he whispers, my heart leaping. He's called me little O ever since we officially got together.
"And you are so handsome, Big H," I smile, his lips pressing to the tip of my nose.
He walks me home and I kiss him at the doorstep, his hands letting me go. I walk inside and get ready for bed, going into the living room to watch movies with my mum for a while. Halfway through, I go to my room for bed and start texting Harry as usual.
Once we say goodnight and I love you, I set my phone down and fall asleep.
I wake up the next morning and walk downstairs, seeing my mum cooking in the kitchen. She smiles at me and I smile at her, but two arms wrap around me and I jump.
"Hello little O," Harry says, my body turning to look up at him.
"Hi Big H," I say, his lips curving.
"I've got some pancakes for you guys, considering I have to get going," my mum says, my body still wrapped in Harry's arms.
"Thanks, mum," I say, her lips curving over at us. Harry's lips press to my hair and I feel butterflies filling in my stomach. She leaves and I take Harry to the kitchen table, eating the pancakes together.
He grins at me and I smile up at him, loving the cheesy smile plastered on his lips. There has never been someone so intriguing to me before. Now that I have this beautiful human being, I don't ever want to let him go.
"Will you go out with me today?" he asks, my head nodding.
"Special occasion?" I wonder, his shoulders shrugging.
"We can make it one."
His words make me smile and I know every day with him is special. He's amazing that way.
After I change, we walk to his car and we go to the park, his hand holding mine tightly.
"Let me ask you a question," he says, sitting us down on a bench.
"Sure," I reply, his eyes meeting mine.
"How long have we been dating?" he asks, but by the way he's looking at me he knows the answer.
"About six months," I say, his head nodding.
"How many more months would you like to date?" he continues, my lips curving at the question.
"Quite a few," I say, not wanting to scare him off.
"Define few," he adds, smiling at me.
"Many years worth," I say, his eyes staying focused on mine.
"Like forever?" he asks, my heart beating out of my chest. Too many thoughts are running through my head and I don't now what will result from this.
"I hope," I say, his hand grabbing mine. He leans towards me and I kiss him, his lips moving to my neck.
"Because I feel so strongly for you and I want to know that what we have...won't end," he whispers in my ear, my eyes closing as he softly kisses below it.
"I don't want it to," I say, his body moving closer to mine.
I don't know how long we were sitting at that bench but I didn't want to leave. He was looking at me with love in his eyes, my own most likely reciprocating the same emotion. We are in love with each other and I couldn't be happier. But my happiest revelation is: I got him back.
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Hey Loves!
That's the end so I hope you liked it!
Just so you understand better, Gemma married a guy named Keith Hayes, had a child and named him Harry and used Gemma's last name for the baby, who is the autistic Harry. Then autistic Harry had Harry, who is the one Olivia meets and falls in love with. Just to help you!
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