chapter twelve

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Harry and I were basically inseparable for the next week and a bit, we were together pretty much all day every day, eating, talking about a lot of shit, kissing here and there. He accompanied me to the weekly girly dinner twice. We learnt a lot about each other, I learnt that he was an amazing cook, once I found out I basically pushed him into my kitchen and didn’t let him leave till he had prepared a meal for me. I did stay and keep him company while he cooked. I watch everything he did intently. Every single movement.

We enjoyed each other’s company so much and it was nice to have someone to be with you constantly. I’ve never had this type of relationship with any one before. I mean we basically acted like a couple without the label. But I still didn’t want to commit to anything; I mean I definitely was not going to hook up with some random guy. I wouldn’t do that anyway but that is not the point. We have a mutual level of respect; we’re on the same page for once. We’re just like very friendly friends and I’m happy with that and I sure hope he was too.

It was almost time for me to go visit Niall for our monthly visit thing. Harry decided he was going to come with me to Ireland. His excuse was that he never turned down a chance to travel, I believe him but deep down I hope it was because he actually didn’t want us to be apart, I certainly didn’t.

We were going to be visiting for a week, an extra-long stay before we start our final year of Uni. You could say I was extremely ecstatic to be finally finishing schooling for the rest of my life. It excited me to know I had a future coming and it was coming at me quite quickly. It was also really scary, life is full of bumps and other than the massive disaster I got involved in a few years ago I haven’t been in any. I’m hoping the Universe is on my side and my future won’t be full of bumps.

I go over to Harry’s to help him pack his stuff. He, having travelled a lot of the world is perfectly capable to pack his own bag. But I can’t help but take over when he starts shoving things into his bag.  He laughs as my case of OCD but doesn’t fight it. He just sits and watches me pack for him while we have another pointless conversation about something that didn’t matter to our lives in any way but that is what we did best.

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The day to go to Ireland had come along so quickly that I couldn’t even wrap my head around it. I was so excited to see my best friend.  I’m just hoping that it won’t be wired because Harry is going to also be there. Though last time Niall visited Harry was pretty much there more than I was so I’m more than sure that he won’t mind Harry being there.

Niall is also really supportive of our relationship though I do think he thinks we’re more involved then we really are.

I’m going to try and put that all aside and just have a good time with my oldest and newest favourite guy.

“Niall is picking us up from the airport yeah babe?” blushing I nod, I have come to love being called pet names from Harry. He called me so many, every time I did something different a new nickname would acquire from that. He called me Leeny often and I had never asked him why he did, I assumed it was from my full name Evangeline, which was odd because I never told him that was my name. Maybe Niall did or something. I’m not sure.  Out of everything he called me, Leeny was my favourite. I never let anyone call me by my name, my parents used to call me that when I had made them irritated. Then those so called friends I made in my freshman yeah used to often call me Evangeline. No one has called me that since then.

Our flight gets called; I felt a shiver go down my spine. It was so scared of flying I have done it a fair bit in my life yet every single time the time comes I can’t help but shake in fright.

Harry became aware of my sudden panic; he held my waist and led me to the gate. He practically held me the whole way up until we were seated in the plain. I wasn’t complaining, Harry always made me feel relaxed just from a simple touch. I couldn’t describe it; it was one of those wired unexplainable connections between us.

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