We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

Wishes

Double Update! Yay!
Harry's POV
"Mus, open up. Please!" I say as I pound at Mus' door. Gosh, the girl can hold a grudge. She didn't answer any of my calls last night, and she's not opening her room door for me.
"Dad, you need to try harder." Darcy says, smiling.
"What should I do, Ms. Cupid?"
"Slip a rose underneath her door. Buy her glass slippers and a dress, just like Cinderella's." Darcy's eyes are dreamy. I bite my lip to suppress my laughter.
"Should I get her a carriage that was a pumpkin, too?" Darcy nods her head excitedly.
"That would be ace."
"Isn't that what Louis says?" I ask her, furrowing my brow.
"Yeah, I picked it up from him. I like to say it in a British accent though." Chuckling, I pick Darcy up and throw her in the air. Just as she lands back in my arms, Mus' room door opens and she looks at us, smiling.
"Am I interrupting something?" Mus asks us. I shake my head, and so does Darcy.
"We were just thinking of ways for you to forgive dad," Darcy explains.
"Oh, that's a waste because he's forgiven." Mus says, and then she turns to look at me. "Harry, that message was pretty...convincing." My eyes widen. That message is not to be discussed in front of Darcy.
"What message?" Darcy asks us, confused.
"Harry, should I read it out loud?" Mus has a very satisfying smirk on her face. She's enjoying this immensely.
"Darcy, why don't you go and get ready. We'll go to the bird park today, okay?" I say, turning to face Darcy and ignoring Mus. Darcy nods her head, looking extra excited.
"Sure. I'll be back in a jiffy." Darcy runs toward her room and slams the door behind her due to excitement.
"Mus, you can't read that message to Darcy. The contents of that message are not for her age." I whisper-hiss. Mus looks at me smugly.
"Oh, really? Maybe I should tell Zahra, or Louis, or Liam-" I cut Mus off by crashing my lips against her's.
"You speak too much," I murmur against her lips.
"Are we actually going to the bird park?" Mus asks me, pulling back. I nod my head. "I'll go down then and iron my clothes."
"Sure," I say. Mus descends the stairs hurriedly. Once she's out sight, I go into Mus' room. The hamper that Louis gave her yesterday is lying on her bed. But three items from the hamper are lying on the side-table: The instant camera, the pen and the diary. I wonder if she's written anything inside the diary. I grab the diary from the table, and open it, curious to see what's inside. The first line on the first page is; My wishes. It's written in Mus' untidy handwriting. Most people find her hand writing hard to decipher, but I can easily read it. I remember when she wrote the names of my colleagues on invitation cards for an office party; half of them couldn't read their own name. I smile at the thought as my eyes travel down the page.
Life is too short to have any regrets, and I don't want to have any. I can't tell Harry or Darcy, as to why I want to do all of these things so I can't even approach them and take them with me to fulfill all of my wishes. Though I truly wish they would accompany me. It would be a miracle if I can fulfill all of my wishes, before that day comes. Gosh, I wish I had more time; I want more time. Alas, life is unfair and short. Let's see how many things I can cut off from here.
Wow, okay, that's deep. Why does Mus keep writing that her life is short and that she wants more time? Why can't she tell Darcy and me about fulfilling her wishes? We'd love to come along and help her. I flip the page, eager to read on.
1- I want to watch a movie in a cinema that's only booked for me.
This is the only thing that is written on the second page, so I look at the third.
2- I want to go parasailing.
Why is she writing all of this down? Mus can ask me to take her to do all of these things and I'll gladly oblige. Why has she only written one line each on these pages? Gosh, she wastes a lot of paper.
3- I want Harry and Darcy to have the best father-daughter bond in the world.
Well, this wish is almost complete.
4- I want to catch a butterfly, but not keep it. Just hold it in my palm for a few seconds.
Tough one.
5- I want to marry Harry. Have a proper wedding, with bridesmaids and guests.
I smile at the thought of marrying Mus and fulfilling her wish. But, then in the corner of this page she's written something else.
Alas, I can't. I rather leave being his fiancee, than tying him to a bond that will break.
What the hell does Mus mean? Is she breaking up with me? My heart speeds up at the thought. Suddenly, I hear the room door open and I turn around to find Mus entering the room with her clothes hung over her arm. Her eyes land on me and they widen.
"Harry!" Mus exclaims, rushing toward me. She takes the diary from my hand and hugs it to her chest. "Don't touch my things. Please," Mus says. She places her clothes on the bed, and opens the side-table's drawer. She throws the camera, pen and diary into the drawer and shuts it. Mus looks at me unsurely. "How much did you read?"
"Enough to know that you're planning on leaving me." I say, frowning.
"I-I...was planning on telling you," Mus stammers.
"When? Who's the other guy in your life?" I ask her, crossing my arms over my chest. Mus lifts her head up, eyes wide.
"Other guy?" She asks me, sounding puzzled.
"Yes! Who's this man who's better than me? Hmm?" Mus bites her lips, suppressing her laughter.
"What?" I don't get the joke.
"I'm not leaving you, silly. There's no other guy in my life." Mus says, bursting into a fit of laughter. "My eyes are only for you and so is my heart."
"Then what were you saying before? What were you planning on telling me?"
"I thought you were...talking about those wishes. I was planning on telling you about them." Oh. Why am I not satisfied?
"Mus, are you hiding something from me?" I say, gazing directly into her eyes. She shakes her head, turning around. Mus slides her shirt over her head, and grabs the freshly ironed one from the bed.
"I just wrote those wishes down because I want to complete them before I die." Mus explains, taking off her pant.
"You could've told me earlier. We'll go together and complete them," I say.
"Harry, we can't just pack up and start to complete those wishes. They are scattered all over the world, and you have a business and Darcy has school. It's not possible. I just wrote them down for fun."
"Oh, please." I say, grabbing the opportunity of convincing Mus to let Darcy go back to America. "We can fulfill all of those wishes and Darcy can live with Zahra. See, everything is going to work out fine, if you just let Darcy go."
"Harry, no means no. Darcy and you are made from the same clay, like father, like daughter." I chuckle.
"Come on, Mus. Please," I whine. "This is the first decision that I want to make for our daughter. Please, please, please." I join my hands together. Mus sighs, turning around. Her lips are pursed together and I know she's thinking about it.
"Please," I beg.
"Fine! Send her on your own will, but remember I'm still not entirely happy regarding this." Mus says, grabbing her brush from the side-table. I grab her arms and peck her lips, before leaping up and rushing to tell Darcy about our success.