Sorry what was that ? I was too busy imagining having sex with you.
***************************************************************************************
We’ve been dating for two months.
Two whole months.
But it feels like forever and still, it’s not enough.
Harry moved in this week. I am preparing everything for my graduation and he is helping me. Living with Harry is much easier than I thought. We don’t argue over anything really, we always come to an agreement about what we want to eat, if we want to buy something for the house or who should go shower first. Stupid yet important things.
I don’t miss the fighting at all. I am much happier without all the drama. Drama only included more drama and more fighting and more hearts broken. I am done with it.
We’re taking things slow but we’re not at the same time. We’re living together but we haven’t done anything else yet. We look like an old couple to be honest. After a week or so of dating, I asked him to spend the night. And it all went downhill from there. He started to sleep over on weekends, then that was replaced by week days, so I could have the weekends to clean the house and go grocery shopping. Finally, he decided to sleep over every single night. So I just asked him to move in, it was much easier and he didn’t have to bring a night bag with him every time. Plus, we’d be together more often which is what I want.
“What are you so concentrated in that you keep writing so much?” – Harry sat down on the couch behind me.
I was sitting on the floor with my journal placed on the small table.
“I was updating my journal.”
“Another one? How many have you written so far?”
“Seven or eight more or less.” – I sat on his lap and kissed him. – “You’re home early.”
“I didn’t have much to do at the office today. Have you finished preparations for graduation?”
“Yes I did. I only have one thing left to do though. I don’t know what I’m going to wear underneath my gown.”
“Let’s go to the closet. I’ll help you.” – He carried me to the small room we had next to our bedroom.
I can’t believe I just said “our”.
“Should I wear a dress or a shirt and jeans?”
“I think you want to be comfortable, no?”
“Yes, but I want to be fashionable too.”
“Of course you do.” – He laughed. – “Show me what you have in mind.”
I showed him a white strapless dress that went just a little above my knee, the blue one I wore on our first date ever and a new shirt I had bought with his mum a few weeks ago.
“Hmm… You know I have a special preference for the blue dress…. You should wear that one.”
“Isn’t it a bit too short?”
“Yeah but they won’t be able to see anything because you’ll have your gown on.” – He walked over to me. – “I am the only one who is allowed to see you on that dress. Probably even without it.” – He smirked.
“Dumbass.” – I threw the dress at him. – “The blue dress it is.”
“Drea, are you ready yet? Can I come in? I need to pee!!!”
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary [h.s. au]
Fanfic"I'm sorry for dragging you into hell." "Don't worry I am already in hell."