Chapter 11- The White Piano

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Julie's pov

The house is just how it used to be, warm, cosy and just home.

The book case still holds all the old memorises of bedtime stories.

My granddads collection is still there, not touched since the last time I read one of them.

The living room is still cosy and still gives that good old homely feel.

The dark brown fabric couches still look the same.

Memories.

They come flooding back of my grandad and I jumping form couch to couch. Laughing so hard our stomachs would hurt.

The kitchen is where Harry is.

He's making some good old home made coffee.

It's smells wonderful.

Harry looks so young today.

His face is consecrating on the coffee not getting spilled over the mugs.

I sit upon the counter top, in the middle of the kitchen.

Harry turns to me, with his signature smile.

"Here you go love", he says politely.

I smile.

I love homemade coffee.

"Thanks" I cheer.

He laughs, lightly before looking out the window.

It began to rain while we were getting our bags out of his car.

It was hilarious.

Harry was rushing around, while I savoured every moment of it.

We did change thought.

It was extremely heavy rain.

But one thing I learned about Harry is he keeps clothes in his car.

He's a strange boy.

Anyway, I changed I to a pair of grey sweats, paired with my Christmas jumper and my cosy fuzzy pink socks.

Don't judge my style.

I'm interrupted firm my thoughts once again by Harry.

"Tell me about him", he says still looking out the window.

Who? I wonder

"Your grandad", Harry adds.

I smile and pay the spot next to me on the counter top.

Harry soon joins me.

"well, he was wonderful", I start off.

Harry smiles.

"Like your favourite book, you keeping reading it, even though you know the ending" I add.

Harry nods.

"See I remember all these things about him, I replay them in my head sometimes. But even though I keep doing that, I know how it ends" I say trying to make sense of my comment before.

Harry nods and smiles at me.

"He was a loving man but bossy sometimes" I giggle.

Harry joins in.

"But I loved every bit of his bossy behaviour.

I take a sip of my coffee.

Harry looks at me, then asks gently,

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