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Chapter 9

I'm sitting at Andrew's kitchen table when I get a text from Harry, messaging me to say he didn't die on the way to America. I reply that's good to hear, laughing quietly to myself before putting it away in my pocket.

"Who's that?" Andrew asks and I look up to see him slightly concerned.

"Just Harry." I answer, and he nods slowly.

"Oh..." He says, hesitating before asking what he actually wants to know. "Did you and Harry ever date or something? You seem really close."

His jealousy is prominent with the question and to lighten the mood, I try to make a joke out of it saying, "Yes, actually."

His eyes widen and he doesn't look too pleased with my reply. "Really?"

I laugh and nod, because technically it is true.

"I'm serious, we were about six when we kissed each other and planned to get married the next day." I tell him, and his expression immediately softens when he begins to laugh.

"And what happened to your marriage?"

"I wanted the Spice Girls to play at the reception and he said he didn't like them so I called off the wedding." I grin at the memory we bring up and our families bring up all the time. It makes Andrew smile bigger.

"The Spice Girls?" He repeats in a teasing tone.

"They were very cool back then." I remind him, but he keeps laughing.

"That's very cute." He comments, and I roll my eyes.

"What about you? Did you have any childhood marriages or divorces?"

"Well our relationship didn't exactly go as far as marriage," He begins with a smirk. "We established we weren't ready for that type of commitment, but her name was Emily and she was - I quote - 'the cutest girl in primary school.'"

"You said that?" I ask, even if I've probably said that about Harry many times when we were younger.

"All the time, apparently. My mum would never let it go." He chuckles, shrugging his shoulders.

"So did you ever kiss this Emily girl?"

"Yes, and it was lovely, but she ended up breaking my heart." He speaks with a mock sadness, dipping his head down.

"What did she do? Cheat? Lie?"

"Move to America, actually." He corrects, and I shake my head laughing.

"Well that's too bad. Damn America." I say, already wondering if Harry is with Jennifer. I knew he just got off his flight, but he probably went to see her right away.

"Well even if she didn't move, I don't think we would have stayed together." Andrew continues.

I raise my eyebrows and ask, "Why is that?"

"Because then I would have met you, and I'd have to break up with her. She wouldn't be able to compete with you."

I blush at the words that are cheesy but complimentary, attempting to cover it up with a joke.

"Me? Getting you over the cutest girl in primary school? I'm honoured." I say and he reaches out to me with a smile, taking my hand.

"You can pick up your crown later on." He informs me, pressing his mouth to my knuckles.

"I'll keep that in mind." My cheeks get hotter and I can still feel his lips against my hand when he pulls them away. Our fingers still lace together and my grin is wide, but I look up at his blue eyes to watch his stare at my mouth. He doesn't waste time in kissing me, and I don't mind. I slide my hands up to his neck and embrace the actions while trying to push the memory of Harry and Jennifer being happy to the back of my mind.