Right Now **EDITING**

Usual Unusual School Day Monday

Virginie's Point Of View

November 9th

An alarm is ringing.

For once, it's mine and not Harry's.

I get an infuriating desire to throw my phone violently away.  I just turn it off and gently climb down the bed, very careful not to wake my man, so beautifully sleeping. Watching him in the bed, peacefully snoring, a bit drooling, but incredibly charming, makes me want to crawl back into his warm embrace and fall right back asleep.  But it was risky enough for me to have stayed the night knowing how hard it gets to leave him.  I know how I can't resist on doing anything he says.  How did I get so influenceable like that?  I used to be independent.  He is torturously attracting me in so many different ways.  I look away, it's the only way for me to get going and get ready.  I sigh.

I go to the bathroom, braid my hair and put on some light make up.  When I come out, I realise I haven't got clothes.  Well, not University worthy looking clothes...  I look around the room and remember my side of Harry's closet.  I get pleasurable goose bumps just thinking about it, my side of Harry's closet. I quietly walk to the walk in and get in to see what he chose for me.  I slide open the glass door and peak through the ridiculously luxury clothing it contains.  Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Ralph Lauren, Chanel,...  I get frightened by the value of these clothes and resign myself from wearing them.  I don't want to get them dirty or worse...  I get back in the room and go through my bag of clothes that don't contain much since I planned mostly on wearing Harry's clothes for the weekend. 

I sigh and come back to the closet.  I feel bad just touching at them.  I try to reason myself.  It's only clothes, their value is for a name, a brand and I've always despise that a bit.  I, absentmindedly, hold my breath and look through it.  They are really nice.  I see Harry has very nice taste, which I already knew, but for his own clothes.  He chose very elegant clothes for me, which I completely love, but is there another way to look at it? I hold myself from thinking so, I guess he wanted to please me in his own way.  I'll try to make it worth it.  I don't even know how he knew my size, I guess he ran through my clothes. The further I look the more I see how much clothes there are.  I even see few pairs of shoes.  I get a bit creeped out.  Does he not like how I dress for the closet to be this furnished?  Again, how did he know my shoe size?  What if anything suits me?  Then I'll be very uncomfortable.  I stress a bit.  I hope it fits.

I take a marvellous pair of tight black suit pants, very simple and classy.  I see a silk dark blue blouse and I just fall in love with it under its touch.  The stressful part comes.  I need to try it on.  I stand in front of the mirror and try on the bottom first.

I hope it fits.  I hope it fits.

I let a sigh of relief when the button is tightly in.  Yes!  Now, I slide the silky clothe on my upper body.

I hope it fits!

The blouse is tighter than the pants, but it does fit.  Overall, it's OK, but it's tighter on my breasts, so I unbutton one more button.  It's slightly revealing, but at least it fits and looks a lot more loose. I look at myself in the mirror for a long while.  I see a woman in the mirror, not my twenty-year-old self.  Am I pleased? 

It's missing something.  I bend to the bottom of my closet and take a pair of heels.  They are as exquisite as the rest of the clothes.  They are black, very classic and classy looking. I try it on.

I hope it fits...

How am I so lucky?  I really don't know.  I look back at myself.  I take out the angel pendant Harry gave me and put it where it would be clearly visible.  I get out of the closet and walk to my bedside table to take my phone.  I look at the time.  Shit!  I'm late! I took too much time looking at myself in the mirror.  I take my things and quickly run by Harry's side.  I leave him a note to not forget to go to the doctor and to have fun at rehearsal with a cheesy "I miss you already, I love you".  I lean to gently kiss his forehead before rushing out, but he catches my hand just in time.