Shattered H.S

T W E N T Y F I V E

'And touch me like you never

'Cause I am not afraid, I am not afraid anymore

M A R C I E

"Harry s-stop!" I giggle as he presses kisses all over my face after saying how cute I looked when I scrunch up my nose. "Harry!" I squeal and he laughs but continues to attack me with his kisses.

"You're just so cute and squishy, I have to kiss you." He remarks and I grab his face, placing both my hands on his cheeks, and kissing his lips.

Harry and I have been in a relationship for about a month now. He takes me out on dates and sometimes sleeps here but i know he doesn't find it comfortable. Mary says she loves that I've found someone but Jonathan doesn't know yet. She's still weary of the fact that I'm Harry's patient and we need to be careful sneaking around everywhere but so far we haven't been caught. I don't even want to think about what would happen if I'd have to let go of Harry.

"Read to me." He whispers in my ear. Harry makes me read to him everyday and says I'm 'such a smart girl' when I manage to read a whole page without asking for help or stuttering. He even helps me do maths as well, saying the exact same phrase when I figure out an equation on my own.

I pull out Peter Pan from the box underneath my bed. My collection is growing quickly as Harry buys me books everytime I get to the end of one. I sit up against the wall and Harry lies his head in my lap, I open up to the page we got to last time and begin to read, running my fingers through Harry's hair at the same time.

When Harry's gone I like to read out loud a lot. Whenever I read the voices don't say anything and they usually make the effort to talk when Harry isn't here but when I read they all tend to just stop. In fact, I hadn't had a major episode since the bus ride and opening up to Harry about my past. I think the last time they spoke was about two weeks ago but Harry was here to make them stop before anything else could happen. It's a strange feeling to not hear them pestering me everyday, it's nice but it's also worring.

I mean, who knows what they could be up to right this minute.

***

Somehow we've ended up at Harry's house.

We got bored back at the hospital and now we're here snuggled up on the couch together just talking about stuff. Harry's telling me about his mum and what she does for a living. His mum is a florist, which I had no idea what that was but apparently she rearranges flowers which is a cool job to have.

"I can take you to one now if you want." Harry says, kissing the top of my head. I don't know why but he always as to be touching me at some point whenever he's near me. I don't mind though.

"Okay." I say and just like that we're off to the florists.

Harry's hand intertwines with mine as we leave his flat and walk down the streets. It's currently autumn and everything is beautiful. I've never experienced a walk in the park with the crispy, orange leaves beneath my feet until Harry dragged me outside and took me on a walk around the hospital grounds where we made leaf piles and stepped on the crunchy leaves. It soon became my favourite season and now I can't get enough of the crisp air and the crunchy leaves.

"Here we are baby." Harry says and my eyes widen at the small little shop with tons of flowers everywhere. At the front of the shop there were all different kinds of flowers, none of which I knew the name of, but they were all beautiful. My favourite ones were the orange ones which had darker orange specs on them.