Invisible 2 (H.S. AU)

Recap

(A/N: This is the recap of where we left off from Invisible. Its the exact same as the very last surprise chapter, so if you read that there, feel free to skip ahead if you don't want to read it again :) XOXO)

A FEW MONTHS LATER:

"Happy anniversary babe," Harry told me, giving me a kiss on the check.

His sweet gestures still surprised me, even after four months of dating.

He had a gift bag in his hand and I eyed it suspiciously.

"Harry! What did you get me?" I asked, embarrassed. I wasn't the biggest fan of gifts, but Harry was the best at gift-giving.

"Well why don't you open the bag and find out?" He teased, eyes shining with humor.

This particular bag was enormous and I was afraid to open it. I worried about the fact that I hadn't gotten him anything, since we never talked about gifts, and then the amazing gift that I knew would be inside would make me feel even worse.

"Why should I? .... I don't need gifts. You know I don't like surprises." I told him, stalling.

"Yes, but I also know that you like my surprises," He said, triumphantly. He knew I was caught.

Damn it.

I sighed as I began to pick through the piles of pretty pink tissue paper, the color which he knew I hated.

I wrinkled my nose and touched it like it was poison, which just made him laugh. He was in a particularly good mood today, for some reason.

"There's nothing in here?" I said confused. For a second I began to panic, what if he was just going to make fun of me for thinking that he would get me a gift?!

I relaxed my ever-present, always obnoxious conscious. She was always so pessimistic.

I had to tell her that this Harry was a different Harry, one that took me shopping and held my hand in public. One who, surprisingly, got along with my mom and my mom got along with him. He no longer lied to me or hurt me, not on purpose at least, and I needed to remember that at the moment.

"Keep looking," he encouraged me, so I began taking the paper out of the bag so I could see better.

Finally, now that my living room was littered with ugly paper, I found a single piece of green tissue paper, my favorite color, perched at the bottom.

I picked up the, surprisingly heavy wrapped object and began to tear it open.

Inside the wrapping was the most gorgeous charm bracelet I had ever seen.

"Read it," He whispered as I turned over the single heart-shaped charm in my hand.

It read, "Forever and always, Harry and Victoria 8-17-15"

Tears sprung into my eyes as I read the date, our date, on the charm.

"Oh my God Harry! I love it!" I squealed, throwing my arms around his neck.

"I thought you might," He laughed lightly in my ear.

When I finally let go, I began to slide the cold charms around my wrist.

"Wait," He said, stopping me.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Well I...." he paused, looking embarrassed immediately.

"What is it Harry?" I asked, putting a single finger under his chin, forcing him to look at me.

"Never mind, it was stupid. Go ahead and put it on." He said, avoiding my gaze.

I caught on, opened his hand and put the bracelet in his palm.

"What are you doing?" He asked me.

"I want you to put it on." I explained, holding my wrist out for him.

I saw his eyes light up, and I knew that this was what he had wanted. It was like I knew him so well, even though it had only been four months since we became so open with each other.

He unclasped the bracelet and fit it around my wrist. I decided not to tell him that I could have just slid it around my hand, but it was cuter this way anyway.

I shook the bracelet around, loving the feel of it around my wrist. Like it belonged there.

I dropped my hand to my lap when I remembered that I didn't get him anything, immediately upset. Shit!

"What? Don't you like it?" He asked. I could hear the uncertainty in his voice, which I never understood. I loved everything he got me.

"No I love it!" I assured him, "It's just that.... I didn't get you anything." I said, focusing on my hands in my lap instead of his beautiful eyes.

"Yes you did." He said, forcing me to look at him just like I had with him minutes before.

"What do you mean?" I mumbled into his hand.

"You gave me this." He said, putting his hand on my chest.

"My boob?" I laughed, confused.

He gently gave it a playful squeeze in response, the humor returning to his eyes.

"No babe, even though they are mine too," He laughed, "I meant the stuff under it."

When I was still looking at him confused, he huffed.

"I meant your heart, sweetie. You gave me your heart, you pulled me out of the darkness. You are my angel and you gave me a second chance at love. That is what you gave me." He said.

Tears filled my eyes, again, and the only thing I could think to do was kiss him.

"I love you so much," I told him.

"I love you too, Victoria."