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(HARRY'S POV)

Six weeks later...

My bags are packed, passport tucked neatly into my pocket, and well... 

Saying that I'm scared is a bit of an understatement.

Because I'm terrified.

"Bambi, are you sure about this?" Louis asks me, standing at the door of his apartment. "Like, absolutely sure?"

I nod, of course, pulling out the handle to my wheel around suit case and throwing my backpack over my shoulder.

I've dropped out of school currently... 

But only because I'm transferring over to one of those weird schools in America.

I mean, not weird... Just foreign? But I guess that means the same thing these days.

I'll finish out school there, maybe get a job... I don't know. All I know is that Louis is going to take care of me, and we can finally be all on our own with nobody standing in the way.

All alone in our very own house...

It truly is so weird to think about.

What's even weirder is that I just have this feeling that Louis will be the best doctor known to man, so we'll have at least some money, I assume anyway.

-

The airplane was scary at first, with it's huge intimidating wings, stretching out so long you'd start to wonder how it could lift itself off the ground.

Something to do with physics, right?

I don't know, I've never been into that sort of study.

I look to Louis, study his features, grab his hand, then look away. All in one motion.

I can feel him looking at me, but he doesn't say anything at all. It's a silent agreement that we know what we're doing. We know how this will proceed to end.

When I look back, I see my mother, his mother, and everybody we love looking at us and crying.

Then I think, why tears? What makes our bodies do such miraculous things? Like have us cry, or feel so deeply towards something.

And like my own private wave goodbye, I shed a tear for them all and walk towards the luggage drop off with the love of my life in hand.

The future; unknown.

The past; learned from.

The present; here. Now. Forever?

Forever. That's what it feels like.

"Are you ready?"

It doesn't need a reply, only a half smile.

So I give him one.

The thing about new beginnings is that they're scary. Maybe not "monster under the bed" scary, or falling off of a cliff scary... But more like, blindfolded scary.

Behind the cloth, things are a normal, muffled and muted black.

But beyond the cloth?

An unknown journey awaits.

-

After seven and a half orgasms (one was interrupted by turbulence), 10 hours, one stop, and 34 minutes of absolute hell and two pairs of underwear later, we arrive.

The airport has been crowded for what seems like ages. I hear voices, so different from the ones I'm used to hearing.

"No, Bill. No! Listen, I said 9:00, not 9:45, you stupid-"

"Can you hold on a sec? I have another line-"

"What do you mean my flight is cancelled? Do you have any idea what this will do to my schedule?!"

All these accents I haven't heard before... Some of them are so thick I can barely make out the words they say.

"Babe? You all right?" Louis asks me, leading me ahead. 

I sigh in relief.

Finally, a voice I know.

"Yeah, I'm good. I'm great," I reply softly, almost too quiet, but he hears me, waving down a taxi when we get outside.

"Give me your bag, get in the back and get comfortable, yeah? It's gonna be an hour or so."

I listen, scooting in the backseat and watching the cabby in the front give me a skeptical look.

"Where are y'all headed boy?" He asks, his voice clogged with the residue of probably 1,000 stale cigars.

So, in one big breath, I spew out the address of the home me and Louis will reside in for only God knows how long. I've memorized it, just in case things like this happen.

Things like big scary cab drivers.

When Louis gets in, we are off, and I am out.

Like a light. My head on Louis's shoulder, occasionally tipping off when we hit potholes and bumps in the road.

This house is where we'll be married. Have dinner. Have fights. Have sex. Get drunk. Laugh. Cry. Hug. Kiss.

Memories.

New, beautiful memories.

The next thing I hear is soft and light, up against my ear. I shudder a little, peeling my eyes open to the sound of Louis's voice. 

"We're home."