Luna and the Moon [H.S]

55: rainy day.

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"Luna?" I whispered, my hands gently shaking her shoulders. The skin of her shoulders was cold due to me accidentally leaving the window open all night. She never sleeps with her arms inside the duvet, sometimes her legs are also out the duvet and she's frozen compared to my warm self. I always explain this when she starts complaining of being cold, she just never chooses to listen to me. "Love, I'm going to work, you awake?"

She grumbled and stretched her arms up, locking her wrists around my neck and pulling me down to her. "Don't go," she mumbled, placing a sloppy kiss to my cheek and making me laugh. I unwillingly pulled myself away from her, making her open her gorgeous brown eyes. In the morning light her eyes looked like warm melted chocolate, ready to dunk strawberries into.

"I have to moonlight," I brushed a strand of hair out her face. "How about I take us back, say, a chinese?" I offered.

"Oh yes!" She moaned. "That sounds like a great idea. You do that, and I'll sort this place out," once again I knew her definition of cleaning wasn't exactly the same as mine. But I didn't mind, she knew I liked to clean up myself because I knew where to find things if I needed them. She does the easy stuff, and I appreciate it.

"Okay, right I have to go now babe, I'll see you later! I'll text you on my break," I smiled, kissing her on the forehead. As I backed away from the edge of the bed, I spotted the sparkling diamond ring dazzling in the sunlight that peeped through the crack in the curtains. Smiling away to myself I exited the bedroom, I could hear my shoes scrape against the wooden floor I walked on, and the sound of rustling bed sheets. Luna most likely can't get back to sleep, and will begin her very productive day. "Bye!"

"I love you!" She called from the bedroom.

"I love you too!"

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The morning sunshine was suddenly hidden by thick dark clouds that looked menacingly evil, brewing up the rain that threatened to pour. I entered my classroom, each tiny chair empty as I began preparing myself for the school day. The laughter from outside could be heard from where my classroom was located, the morning hadn't even began, yet the children were filled with energy and joy. Those were the days.

I picked up the black marker pen, scribbling on the clean whiteboard.

Thursday May 26th.

9-10am — Maths
10-11:30am — Art
11:30-11:45am — Breaktime
11:45-12:45pm — P.E with Mrs Weller
12:45-1:35pm — English
1:35-2:30pm — Lunch
2:30-3:25pm — Music with Mr Lang
3:30pm — Home time

The moment I finished I put the pen down and walked over to my clustered desk, stacking the papers I had knocked over yesterday and forgot to restack. I put my highlighters and pens back in the drawer attached to my desk. There was two minutes until nine am, I headed for the exit of the room and walked down the hallway.

"Morning Mr Styles," Mrs Abi Richardson smiled, walking along beside me. She was the same age as my mother, and she treated me like her son — she was basically my work mum. "How was your night?"

"Uh," I paused, smiling boldly as I remembered one of the greatest moments I could ever experience. "I got engaged."

I looked at her with a crooked smile, raising my brows as I awaited her reaction. She paused, shock evident on her face as she looked at me before a large grin overtook her features. "No you didn't!?" I nodded. "Oh goodness, congratulations, Harry! Luna correct?" I nodded once more, thanking her quietly as we continued walking down the stairs, a few other teachers now in ear shot. "How did your families take the news?"