Romancing The Stone [H.S]

CHAPTER 52

Speak to me
When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
Move along

So a day when you've lost yourself completely
Could be a night when your life ends
Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving
All the pain held in your
Hands are shaking cold
Your hands are mine to hold
**
Stella

Finally. we moved out. And even though last week wasn't a walk in the park for us we still managed to be there for eachother, especially for Harry I wanted to make sure if he's okay. He'd  jolt awake from petrifying nightmares in the middle of nights and it poked my ribs with awful anguish that I couldn't help him despite of just calming him down by embracing him in my arms. I refused to let him go to Autumn's room whenever he said, "The pain from divin' into memories numbs me, lemme go-" because he doesn't even throws a single glance to the sweet memories instead just keeps on staring the cursed photos of her laying in a pool of blood dead, they were from her death investigation and she looked too fragile, too innocent but bruised and violated by evil.

So, for once and for all I helped Agatha to pack these terrifying images placing them to far corner. She told me how Autunm was gonna take hold of their company yet she was too humble never fitted into rich's brats friendship circles she had a life of her own and I questioned the nature why terrible things have to happen to good people only.

Both Agatha and Maeril are happy that we're moving out together to have a new start to our life, but were tearing up here and there complaining now there wouldn't be anyone that they'd pamper like Harry. Agatha already baked sugary confetties and pastries for Harry while he showered her mum with kisses assuring her that he'd visit her daily because not one day passes by for him to not annoy his mum. His mood lifted a bit last night as I attempted to fit us back into our gratifying routine last time in his room, sharing honeyed tarts and this time I read Mansfield Park to him.

You know the books which are very good but still they drives you to sleep? Mansfield Park's one of them.

And it amuses my how even in the world Harry tumbled to this aisle of genre, but he just shrugged grinning "I used to bargain my cake-pops with Autunm in exchange of her books" having a glimpse of my joyful Harry back made me lean in to taste his lips. It felt weird in a wonderful way, did we even forgot to steal kisses? It was so stressful and chaotic pulling him out before he could fall into deep end.

It was so hard to argue with him about us splitting the money to buy a house but he strictly refused, promising me that I could help to buy furniture and in the end he payed hefty amount for it too that made me stomp my feet out the store but he was fast wrapping me in his arms and lifting me up from the pavement his saccharine husky laugh ringing in my ear made my stomach flutter breaking my angry facade, "I hate you. Harry it's unfair!" But he smauched kisses along my neck carrying me to car "I hate myself too Sweetarts. But that's not unfair" He noticed my silence winding our hands as he drives with other. Shaking my head I kissed the fleshy gaps in between his fingers "Please, stop hating yourself there's no reason..I don't even know why-" He cackled and I squinted my eyes at his reaction of me having a  concern for his mental health but he's just chuckling. Bad bunny.

"Your love's enough for two of us. why do ya get shit worried at small things? Relax Honeytarts" I don't even know. These are some things I've to figure out for myself but I couldn't find from where to start.