chapter 11

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Harry’s POV:

I can’t believe Bev is going to move in with me and Graham! It’s going to be so gucci having my lady love with me all day. She’s almost like a song on the radio, radio, radio; I could listen to her all day. THAT REMINDS ME!!!1!1 I NEED TO WORK ON MY SONG!! I grab a piece of paper and a carrot coloured pencil and sit down to write.

Ok. Let’s do this. I mean, I have the chorus, so that’s like the hardest part right? Kind of like a dick.

OOOH!

lights shine, it’s getting hot on my shoulder, I don’t mind, this time it doesn’t matter”

I feel really accomplished. Like, I got the first part of the first verse done! I deserve a break, maybe I’ll go and try to bake some cat cupcakes for my love with Graham! I’m very glad Bev agreed to adopt him with me. And take my promise ring. THAT REMINDS ME! I need to start thinking about when we should get engaged! I should probably wait a month, that way things aren't going too fast!

Bev’s POV:

I had packed up all my things. I had told the landlord I was leaving. I threw away my old lady underwear. I had my ring!!!!1!

I WAS READY TO MOVE IN WITH HAZZA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I AM LITERALLY ABOUT TO SHIT MYSELF. LIKE OH MY GOD.

Take a deep breath Bev. Deep breaths. Ok. Be cool, be cool.

As I walked up to Harry’s flat, I felt butterflies in my tummy (or was it the stupid carrot cake from earlier?) Either way, I can’t believe how great our relationship is going! Like, one week ago, Harry walked into my bakery, AND NOW WE ARE LIVING TOGETHER AND OWN A CAT TOGETHER AND HE GAVE ME A PROMISE RING! I AM LIVING THE DREAM FO SHO!

Harry opened the door, holding little Graham. I smell something burning and rush to the kitchen!

“OH MY GOD HARRY SOMETHING’S BURNING!”

“OH SHIT I WAS TRYING TO MAKE CUPCAKES HOLY CANNOLI!”

“WERE YOU MAKING BLESSED CANNOLIS OR CUPCAKES?”

“CUPCAKES I WAS TRYING TO IMPRESS YOU BAE!!!”

Oh dear! I ran to the fire extinguisher, which was luckily right by the oven, and put out the flames of the cooking disaster.

“Hazza, babe, let me take care of the cooking, and you take care of the tunes!” I said with a wink as I set all my boxes down and picked up Graham.

a/n:

look who’s back again, back again

I updated do I get a pony

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