Broken Things

Chapter 22

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HPOV:

I helped Stevie clean the kitchen. As I was putting the last bit of leftovers away, I heard the beginnings to Jet's 'Are You Gonna Be My Girl' blast through the speakers. I turned around and she was dancing around the room. I laughed as I walked towards her.

"Dance with me, Harry!" she called over the music and she stuck out her hand. I took and spun her around, moving to the beat of the music as I sang along. 

We danced until we were out of breath and drunk on wine. After a few more songs, I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder and carried her back to the bedroom where we continued where we had left off from earlier that evening.

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I woke up with Stevie's head on my chest and from what I could tell, she was still asleep. This was the first time I has woken up and she was still in bed. I kissed the top of her head as she began to stir.

"Good morning, love," I said, my voice still tired and slightly scratchy from last night's antics. She breathed a laugh as she ran a hand through her hair. She rolled onto her pillow, letting out a small groan.

"Are you leaving me today?"

"Of course not," I said as I grazed my thumb across her cheek, "we're on break until May."

"Perfect," she smiled.

Once we were up and dressed, I asked her what we should do today.

"Well I have a few things to deliver. You could come with me if you like."

"I actually get to see you on the job?" I said, handing her her bag. She laughed.

"I guess. I need you to help me carry the prints though." I nodded and followed her down the hallway and into a room I hadn't been. It was her studio. I looked around the dark room and studied the photographs that hung from strings that ran across the room. I smiled when I saw a few images that I recognized. A couple were from the day at the park, after she had dressed me in her hat and scarf. 

I heard rustling behind me and I turned around to see Stevie bringing around a large cardboard box that was nearly to her waist. It was a skinny box but wide and I could see where she would have a difficult time carrying it.

"Is that what you need me to carry?"

She nodded, "It's not that heavy, just awkward and my arms are too short."

I chuckled as I took hold of the box, easily tucking it under my arm. She let out a huff of frustration but smiled when I winked at her.

"Alright, let's go," she said as she started off but stopped in the doorway.

"I, um, are you going to be okay?" I took a moment before I answered her. 

"It's fine. I'll be okay." She gave me an encouraging smile before she slid open the door.

The weather was warm again after the rain had gone through. I followed Stevie closely while my eyes searched for unexpected cameras. She carried a fast pace and she wore a serious face as she typed out a text on her phone. People were beginning to notice and I tried to stay calm as I pulled on my sunglasses. Stevie was still unaware as she looked over her shoulder and gave me a cheeky grin.