Ever Since New York [H.S]

I'll Be At The Door.

IThe date ended up running smoothly, and I couldn't be happier with that. Harry was a true gentleman the whole night through, and I felt over the moon with how things were beginning to turn out for me; for us. Everything felt as though I were truly getting the happily ever after that I deserved. Harry and I were yet to put a label on anything, and I was more than okay with this; it wasn't something that we had discussed yet, we were just going with the flow, seeing where life took us.

It was a little after 11pm. Anne and Gemma had bid their farewells to Harry and I just after 10:30pm. The plan was that Anne and Gemma would head back to Harry's place, as his house was where they were both staying whilst in Holmes Chapel. This gave Harry and I some time to spend together alone before he would drop me back at my house, and we would say our goodnights to one another before he would head back to his own place. Harry took me to his childhood hangout, a place that he would always go alone, unless of course he trusted someone enough to share his special place with them. I learned that I was in fact only the second person he had ever taken here with him. The first person being the girl he shared his first kiss with. I felt anxious having learned that, but I knew that had been years ago, he would have been twelve years old at the time. Butterflies fluttered within my stomach at the thought that Harry had such trust in me. Trust was something that I never felt with Patrick. I could trust Harry and I knew that he had trust in me. Everything was finally falling into place.

As the limo, that Harry had kindly hired for the whole night, pulled up into the driveway of my house, I couldn't help but wonder when the next time I'd get to see Harry would be. I had hoped that I'd be blessed with the opportunity of seeing him again soon. Hopefully tomorrow. But. I knew that considering we've both got work, tomorrow held such low chances of that happening. I would happily settle for any time that I was given with Harry, and hoped that he too felt the same.

"My lady." Harry commented. He had slipped out of the limo and was facing me with his hand outstretched for me to take a hold on. I did just as Harry had wanted and took a hold on his hand, instantly, I felt his fingers intertwining in with mine causing a wide smile to tug at the corners of my lips.

"Thank you, H." I responded softly, allowing Harry to pull me out of the limo then guide me back on my own two feet. I hadn't moved a single step and Harry hadn't tried guiding me along the pathway of my front yard just yet. Knowing that he was up to something, I tilted my head up to meet his beautiful green eyes that were sparkling bright before me making those butterflies return to my stomach.

He had such an effect on me, and I wasn't entirely sure how to feel about that. My mind began to wander, only to be brought back to reality as I witnessed Harry's face inch closer to me. His hands were now resting against my hips, so I reached up and around his neck to keep my hands in place there. His green eyes fluttered closed, and, knowing what was going to happen next, I allowed my eyes to fall shut just as I felt his lips being pressed against my own.

"Ivy." I heard a voice call out through a loud groan.

It wasn't Harry. It was Patrick. I had no idea what he wanted but I knew that he was drunk.