Harry & Gynie come from two different worlds that fate has decided to crash together in the name of love.
Gynie is moving to London as a part of an Exchange student program at King's College. Leaving her friends and family behind, she only hopes to...
Waking up in Liam's arms was weird. We were both wearing the same clothes as we did yesterday, but it was the feeling of emptiness I got when I realised I wasn't alone and it wasn't Harry next to me that was weird. I haven't felt that that deeply in a long time. At least, for once, I was not alone.
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I got up with the strongest headache I've ever felt. I felt dizzy and lightheaded still. I snuck out of the arms of Liam and got upstairs to be in an empty house. My parents are gone to work and my sister must have just left for school. I made myself a tall glass of water and drank it all at once with some painkillers. I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth, because I still smell the alcohol in my breath and it's disgusting.
While I'm looking at myself in the mirror, brushing hard every tooth in my mouth, I think about what happened last night. I remember drinking a lot and the long talk Liam and I had. It was so relieving to have him next to me again. I've been living in my own bubble for too long now. I want to get back out there, to live my life as fully as I can. I know where I stand with Harry, he made it clear when he kissed Kendall. It's over now. Even if he said 'until we met again', I don't want to go back to him knowing what he has done. I'll live my life fully, waiting for my best friends to join me here this summer. I miss them dearly. I haven't checked my emails at all since Liam got here. I'll make sure to write them back when he will be gone. He's leaving tomorrow and I don't want to let him go. I know I should be happy he is here at all, but I missed him.
I left the bathroom and called a friend, Mark, his name is. It's been a very long time since we last talked, we used to be very close. We grew up together as he lives a couple of houses down the street. He owns a little ice fishing cabin and I wanted to know if I could borrow it for the day. He told me he is already there with some friends, but he would be happy for us to join him there. I made sure to tell him that we won't be disturbing much. As welcoming and friendly that he is, he made sure it was OK to blend in. That was very nice of him.
After I hung up with him, I refilled my glass of water and made one for Liam. I heard steps coming my way and saw Liam heading to the bathroom. I took a seat at the dining room table with the painkillers. Once he was out, I offered him to go ice fishing like he was interested to try yesterday. I think I went through every closet to find him warm enough clothes for him to be comfortable on the lake.
We joined Mark and his friends and they are really welcoming. Although they all speak French and are quite surprised that Liam doesn't say anything else than 'oui', 'non', 'merci' and 'je m'appelle Liam' in French. They tried to talk to him in English and it was terribly charming. I brought beer to not be there empty handed and it seemed to make them happy.
Now, we are ice fishing on the lake, sitting on camping chairs looking at our lines. We talk about anything that goes through our minds. It's nice, not to worry about anything else than us for once. We are one of the few people on the lake and it must be so different for him to do something fun, being himself as purely as he can be. I've shoved the beers in the snow between us to keep them cool, but we soon run out of them. Oops...
