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I mindlessly play with Harry's hair as his head lays in my lap, his green orbs never leaving mine. 

"Did you make any money while gambling?" I bite my lip and avoid eye contact. 

I feel him shrug against my legs. "Not really."

My eyes desperately look for something to fixate on. We're having the college talk and I can't seem to spit it out. He expectantly looks at me, wanting to end the tension.

"So," I wring my hand through his curls. "About the future..."

"What about it?"

"So, I got into college." I anxiously wait for his reaction. He sits up, nearly hitting me in the face. A huge smile covers his face. He pulls me into a tight hug, rocking back and forth. 

"Congrats! Why didn't you tell me before? Where?"

I'm overwhelmed by his reaction and questions. I freeze for a minute, processing. "Wait, you're happy?"

He pulls away, matching my bewildered expression. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Uh," I think about it. Why wouldn't he be? "The distance I guess? I don't know."

He chuckles, pulling me into another hug. "Baby, we've done distance before. What school?"

"University of Florida," I squeeze out in breaths. He realizes he's hugging me to death and loosens his grip.

"Sorry," he sheepishly apologizes. "Wow, I have no idea what that is, but I'm so happy!"

I laugh. Of course he doesn't. It isn't an Ivy league or mainstream school, but it's one of the best in Florida. "It's about two hours from here."

"Two hours? That's nothing! Oh gosh, I'm so proud of you. Look at my little scholar." He playfully pinches my cheek and I groan, swatting his hand away. "I have to tell everyone!" He slides off the bed and pulls out his phone, no doubt to brag about me.

Part of me is glad he took it so well. Why was I even worried in the first place? All those small doubts have disappeared. 

I lay on the bed in absolute bliss. My life can't be more perfect. I have my soulmate, the man of my dreams. I'm going to college to make a better life for myself. Sure, there are some wrinkles here and there, but overall I'm content. 

I hear glimpses of Harry's conversations. "Yeah, dude, one of the top schools in Florida! She's so fucking smart." I wonder who he's talking to, but I don't ask. I find myself sporting a silly grin, unable to hide my happiness at his compliments. He glances at me and smiles before focusing on his phone call again. 

I slip out of the bedroom. I suck at compliments. He doesn't even notice, so focused on telling ALL of his friends.

Audrey smiles at me as I enter the kitchen. I grab an orange and sit beside her at the table. My hands anxiously peel the fruit. 

"Are you okay?" Her vision is focused on my hands and the way I'm barbarically tearing the poor fruit apart. 

I nod, momentarily putting the orange down. "Yeah, I told him about UF."

"How'd he take it?"

"Pretty well actually. Now I feel dumb for waiting so long to tell him." 

Audrey smugly smiles, knowing she was right. She urged me to tell him, but I was way too chicken to, avoiding confrontation at all costs. 

I let out a long sigh and resume peeling my orange. 

"What's wrong?"

I momentarily debate telling her. I've already burdened her with all my problems. Then again, it seems unfair to keep her on edge.