Perfect Isn't Weak

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Rosie

I really wish I was as excited to see Harry at this wedding right now as I was a few days ago. Since I found out the news about Ester it's been hard to even text Harry, I feel guilty. I feel like I'm in a war fighting with both teams, Jessica needs my respect if she doesn't want anyone to know, but Harry needs to know this is practically his father for fuck's sake, yet again Ester's own children don't know that he's ill.

I'm dressed in a floral jumpsuit, my hair is in a classy bun and I decided on not putting too much makeup, it's never really been my best talent when it comes to applying makeup. Today might be the day I get Harry and I's relationship accepted, and it's been the number one thing I've wanted for a long time, now it seems like it might be ruined.

Harry: I miss you sm ;) 

Rosie: I miss you more

Harry: but can we talk?

Rosie: whenever someone says that I shit my pants, tell me what is it?

Harry: I'm scared what if your dad doesn't accept our relationship

Rosie: we tried and it failed, but in order for our relationship to work the only two people that need to accept it are you and I

Harry: You're right

Harry: hey the motorcycle you got me is helping me get the ladies

Rosie: asshole. Which ladies?

Harry: You know Janice?

Rosie: The 82-year-old woman who comes to the bookshop sometimes?

Harry: ting! You guessed I've been taking her to her physical therapy on my motorcycle

Rosie: Your ass is taking an 82-year-old woman to physical therapy on a Harley Davidson?

Harry: and what about it?

Rosie: you are out of your mind

Harry: you are out of this world ;)

Rosie: why so cheesy?

Harry: I'm vegan wtf do you mean cheesy?

Rosie: you are not vegan what the living hell

Harry: I'm not vegan I just thought my joke would be funny

Rosie: Who lied to you and told you it would be?

Rosie: I love you, my dad just called me I'm on the way to the wedding

Harry: ok, I'm here waiting for you behind the bushes

Rosie: did you wear something... presentable?

Harry: sweater and black pants

Rosie: eh works for me

Harry: I really don't care abt this wedding

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"Rosanna I'm really glad you agreed to come to this wedding with me," my father smiles at me, making me feel somewhat guilty. "You look, great dear," he adds and I thank him.

"Dad? Can we talk about something before we walk in?" My heart pounds faster and faster, I can't lie, I can't do this.

"What is it, sweetie?" Crap now he's being nice.

"You remember Harry right?"

"Rosann-," I cut him off before he finishes and he sighs shaking his head.