The Adventures of Harry and Me (H.S.)

When I'm With You

"Hello?" Harry's voice echoes through the house as he walks in through the garage door after his meeting this afternoon. "Elizabeth darling, are yeh home?"

"No No No! I'm not ready for you to be home." I curse softly to myself as I attempt to fasten the latch on the brand new Agent Provocateur lingerie I had bought for the special day. Once my bra is secured, I lift my leg, stepping into the beautiful cream lace knickers.

"Love? Are yeh up here?" I can hear my boyfriend's strong feet as he makes his way up the stairs, knowing he will soon be walking into the bedroom where part of his surprise will be ruined. Stepping quickly into the knickers, my toe catches on the material, causing it to tear a massive hole through the sheer cream lace.

"Can anything else go wrong today?" I start to cry as I hold the expensive article between my fingers, the heel of my hands come to my eyes as the tears fall down my face. I fall to the floor, the silk of my robe pooling around my body.

"Naked and waiting already?" Harry's tone is cheeky as we walks into the closet, with me on the floor, silently crying. "Baby? Are yeh cryin'?" Harry can hear the soft sobs coming from my body. I feel him sit behind me, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me into his chest, which makes my body relax.

"Yes." I confirm. "Nothing is going right today, and I'm a bit frustrated." The irritation pours out of my voice as I speak. Today is Valentine's Day. Our first Valentine's Day. I have been planning for weeks, and it just seems that nothing wants to go my way.

"Wha's gone wrong?" Harry's voice is like smooth chocolate as he talks in my ear.

"Everything." I pout, dangling the ripped lace from my fingers. I feel Harry's hand against mine as he takes the pair of knickers into his hands, examining the fabric between his fingers.

"Are these new?" Harry asks, ready to make a small joke in an effort to get me to laugh.

"Yes, I picked them out for tonight, and as I was stepping into them, my toe caught and well... you can see the result." I move my hands up to my face in embarrassment, because who tears their brand new lingerie with their toe? Apparently I do.

"Good thing we don't need knicka's to make love." His voice has a slight chuckle to it as he crumples up the expensive fabric, throwing it like a basketball towards the bin, accomplishing his goal as it lands inside. "Dinner smells lovely." Harry attempts to change the subject in hopes of bringing my mood back up.

"No No No No NO!!" Jumping out of Harry's arms, I sprint out of the closet and down to the kitchen, tying my dressing gown as my feet pound down the stairs. "This. Is. not. Good." I open the oven, a massive cloud of smoke escaping as the Coq Au Vin I made for dinner is on fire. "SUCK A FISH! NO NO NO!" The tears are streaming down my face as I attempt to fan the fire with a towel, which is just making the flames grow.

"Close the oven, love." Harry is calm and obviously the only one who is thinking clearly. He closes the oven and turns off the heat, which puts the flames out.

"UGHHHH! I. GIVE. UP!" My body falls against the island in the middle of the kitchen, my arms knocking over the vase that is housing a beautiful bouquet of flowers. The water splashes across the counter creating a big mess of liquid and petals. I begin to let the sobs take over, my tears adding to the giant puddle on the marble countertop.

"Don't give up, darling, 'm sure there is something that has gone alright today." I can hear the worry in his voice as he tries his hardest to help me see the good that has happened today. He moves to wipe up the water and flowers with a towel.

"Nope." I say, the p making an audible pop. "I made flummery."

"Flummery? I love flummery." I peak over at my boyfriend, who has a smile the size of China on his face.

"Do you like runny flummery? Because I made three batches and it wouldn't set up. Not once." I'm disappointed that I couldn't make one of Harry's favorite desserts. Who knew dessert pudding would be so difficult?

"Runny flummery sounds lovely to me." Harry is trying, but it isn't making it any better. I feel bad that I have ruined our first Valentine's Day. I roll my eyes so hard, it hurts my head.

"I just wanted today to be perfect, ya know?" The tears fall from my eyes, soaking my cheeks.

"Hey." Harry comes towards me, turning me around so we can look each other in the eyes. "I love you, so much. And today is perfect because I get to spend the night with my favorite human." His sweet comments make the tears turn into a waterfall, soaking my robe with my sadness. "Give me just a second." Harry leans in, kissing my forehead as he walks over to the speaker system, connecting his phone and pushing play, allowing the music to fill the kitchen.

"May I have this dance?" Harry holds out his hand, the smile on his face helps me to understand that he is happy and content with just spending the night with me. I place my hand in his as he brings me close to his chest, singing the song lyrics softly in my ear as we glide across the wood flooring in the kitchen.

For you, there'll be no more crying.
For you, the sun will be shining.
And I feel that when I'm with you,
It's alright, I know it's right.
To you, I'll give the world.
To you, I'll never be cold.
'Cause I feel that when I'm with you,
It's alright, I know it's right.
And the songbirds are singing, like they know the score.
And I love you, I love you, I love you, like never before.

The lyrics of Fleetwood Mac's Songbird touch my heart as I honestly feel that Harry only wants to be with me, even if my lingerie is torn or my flummery is runny or my Coq Au Vin is on fire. I rest my head against his chest as he kisses my head.

"I love you." I say into the warmth of his chest.

"I love you more and more each day, darling." Harry's finger lifts my chin, bringing my lips to his, sealing his words. His lips meet mine in a kiss that is soft and reassuring. Loving. Kind. Content. Happy.

"I'm thinkin' heart shaped grilled cheese?" Harry says as he pulls away. The smirk on his face makes me smile for the first time today. "Festive and tasty!"

"I'll get the wine?" My eyebrow quirks up, letting a slightly cheeky expression grace my face.

"Go get the wine. And after dinner, should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and see what we find?" The quoting of Woman from his debut album makes me burst into a fit of giggles. I love this boy and I love the fact that he can turn a bad day into a good one with the gift of his smile and charm.