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Chapter Hundred and Seventeen

"What?", I ask and sit up.

He smiles and gets up before he walks towards the closet.

Opening it, a few things fall out but he quickly pushes them back in and bends down to grab something.

Out he pulls a little bag that has a dog on it and is decorated with a bow.

"Here. Open this.", he says when he sits down opposite me and puts the bag on my lap.

I look at him questionably and slowly remove the paper that is stuffed in at the top.

Inside, there is a teddy bear, a sweatshirt, a polaroid of us and a letter.

"It's a little carepack so you don't miss me too much.", he shyly says, playing with the tassels on his shirt.

I hug the teddy bear and Dan afterwards: "Thank you so much."

"No problem, anything for you.", he whispers into my ear.

I also pull out the shirt which I recognize to be one of Dan's.

Just when I am about to read the letter, he stops me: "Read it in New York, if you ever miss me."

"I already miss you.", I whine and sigh.

Dan drags me onto his lap and kisses me: "I miss you too. A lot."

I snuggle up to him and rest my head on his beating heart.

We lay there another thirty minutes, just enjoying each others company, when, out of the blue, he says: "Do you want to go for a walk?"

I immediately nod and jump out of bed, Dan following me into the bathroom where we get ready fastly.

Not even fifteen minutes later, Dan and I are both standing at the front door and are putting on our winter jackets.

"Where are you going?", Phil shouts from the lounge.

"A walk.", Dan shouts back and grabs my hand to leave before he can ask any more questions.

We walk, hand in hand, through the cold January streets of London, it being surprisingly quiet.

At some places, you could here a pin needle drop. At others we would've had to shout to understand a word.

But we don't go to those places, rather, we stay where no one is and walk along the empty streets until we arrive at our first stop, the café we first properly met.

Dan and I go inside, order our typical stuff and sit down at a table in the corner, him next to me which is quite unfortunate for talking, but he insists to because he wants to hold my hand.

Looking at the time, I see that it is almost 7 pm.

His eyes also drift to the clock: "I have eight more hours with you and then you leave for a month.", he sighs.

I give him a weak smile and nod.

"What is the first thing you'll do there?", he asks1 me, trying to distract us both.

"Picking the fabrics, Fleur said."

"Lots of touching, nice.", he laughs.

"Oh my god."

We finish our drinks, thank the waiter and go back outside into cold London.

When we are about to walk past a park, Dan pulls me with him and into the greenery.

"I thought we were going home? I'm cold babe."

He raises an eyebrow, takee off his jacket and puts it over my shoulders: "Better?"

I snuggle into the jacket: "Better. But aren't you freezing?"

He shrugs his shoulders: "Not really, no."

Strolling around in the park is beautiful. No one is here and the moonlight is dancing on our noses. We walk1 along the big pond before we arrive at a little bench that we sit down on to enjoy the view.

The trees are still covered in the last snow and the water stands still, literally freezing the park.

"Um...", Dan begins.

"Hm?", I turn to him.

"I have another gift for you."

"Oh my. Dan, when will you stop spoiling me?"

"Never ever.", he laughs, "It's somewhat part of the carepack, something that will remind you of me, I guess. The thing is, it is still in the pocket of my jacket.", he says and points to the clothing I am wearing.

I put my hand into the left pocket but feel nothing.

I put my hand into the right pocket and feel a little satin bag with something inside before I pull out the object, revealing the dark red bag.

"Do I open it?", I ask, resulting in Dan laughing: "Of course."

Obviously, what am I thinking. Why would he have to give it to me?

So I take the piece of fabric and untie the two strings holding it together.

Out of it I take a braided bracelet with a tiny little charm that looks like the globe attached to it: "Did you... make this?"

He nods and pulls up his sleeve to reveal a matching one on his wrist: "They are friendship bracelets. I know they aren't very good, but I tried."

"What are you talking about? It's perfect. Thank you.", I say and hug him.

He holds me tightly, keeping me warm.

It is a perfect moment.

The person I love most and I are sitting in a dimmly lit park in London, holding each other like we are about to lose the other but obviously, something has to ruin that.