lxix. new life

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There's a series of loud thumping sound as Harry hammers a nail on the wall where a beautiful picture of him and Charlie's time in front of Big Ben should be placed.

He looks at it for a while, smiling like an idiot...as if it is the most beautiful sight in the world. And in a way, it is.

"Where do you think should I put this?" Harry turns around to find Charlie holding a frame that holds their cemented footprint the moment they set foot in their new apartment yesterday.

It's only today that they got their way around organizing their stuff in the said place. They were too worn out from the flight that they just automatically succumbed to sleep the instant their body met the cushioning sensation of their new bed. Their luggage was left open just a little by the bedroom door.

"How about I take care of it?" says Harry who smiles as he walks toward the most beautiful blonde he had ever laid eyes upon. His skin still tingles at the feel of her skin touching him as he takes the item from her hold. He takes his time by examining it, comparing the length of the two footprints on the heavy frame. Oddly enough, he thinks that his foot is completely longer than hers -- probably by four inches. He just snorts.

"What?" Charlie asks through a curious chuckle.

"Nothing," He places the frame on the nearby table before taking Charlie by her waist, pulling her closer and pressing a kiss on her forehead. "I just can't believe this is really happening."

The blonde surrenders to his embrace and burries her nose on his chest, humming a little. She pulls away -- but still maintaining their proximity -- just to answer, "Trust me, this is so surreal for me too. Especially for me."

"I know," says Harry who couldn't help the smile on his face. "Baby steps, my Charlie, baby steps."

Just as Charlie is about to open her lips to reply, another sound rings through the apartment. It is the ring of Harry's phone.

His brows knit together in a curious frown while he crosses the room to answer the phone placed on their new dinner table.

"Harry?" A familiar voice sifts through the earpiece, distress evident.

"Patti."

"Harry, it's Dad."

Charlie could've sworn the look on Harry's face is the most terrifying way to react on such a phone call.

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Short, I know.

Glyz xx

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