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eighteen

HANA

Thankfully, by the time we're finishing last-minute bag checks to ensure we had everything we need, my legs aren't so numb and shaky anymore, though it still hurt to sit down. Harry thought I hadn't noticed his attempt to sneak the lube and multiple vibrators into the bag just before dinner, but I did. I didn't call him out on it, though, I probably would've packed them myself if he hadn't beat me to it.

Lunch is a delicious treat of pizza, and Harry is currently on his fifth slice, still enjoying it very much and showing no signs of slowing down.

By five in the evening, we're both very stressed - Harry more than anyone else, of course. He's currently sat on the edge of the bed restlessly with his head in his hands, ready to go at any moment. He's wearing his normal blue jeans, - the bottoms are cuffed, as usual - t-shirt and a white hoodie.

He had refused to let me see his t-shirt at first, and I understood why when he finally gave in after a threat of no sex in Italy. The image depicted is not exactly appropriate - the words 'safe sex' emblazoned in a shocking cartoon bubble gave that away the second my eyes laid upon it. That wasn't even the worst part; two guys below it were very clearly wanking each other off, and I had narrowed my eyes in question.

"All my others are packed!" He had exclaimed, reaching out to grasp my hips tightly and pout his lips until they brushed against my stomach lightly. I'm wearing the jacket he had requested, along with my comfortable white top and soft black sweatpants that Harry loves.

"Harry, baby, please, calm down," I sigh for the fourth time; we're planned to leave in twenty minutes. More like ten, actually, because we have to say goodbye to a few people and ensure our bags are safely packed in Carl's car, who'll be driving us to the airport. I know Harry was also very worried about that - it's a reasonably long drive and stuck with Carl, I predict it'll seem so much longer.

"I just want us to have a good time. For once, a good time," he shakes his head, his eyes rolling back as he flops down against the mattress dramatically. He's such a diva sometimes.

"We will, just chill out, say bye to Deja," I tell him, his face lighting up at the mention of Deja, whose ears perk up. He's already planned to stay in Nadia's cabin until we return, and she was more than happy to take him for a little while when we suggested it.

"I love you, Dej, be a good boy, daddy's gonna miss you, okay? Mum's gonna miss you, too, but not half as much as me," as much as teases me for baby-talking the dog, he's not one to talk, his voice high and his fingers scratching at his soft ears caringly.

"I love you, Deja, make sure you behave," I point a warning finger at him, his body turning solid and attentive as he stares up at me. "Daddy's gonna cry when we leave the cabin, baby, he'll miss you too much, or maybe he just cries too much!"

"Shut the fuck up!" he shouts, finishing up in the bathroom and frowning at me, though my statement was utterly truthful.

"Right. Let's go now, okay?" I suggest; maybe if we had longer he wouldn't be so nervous.

"Okay, let's go," he agrees, fortunately seeming a little less anxious once we reach the dining hall and see a few people that we wanted to say goodbye to - Nadia, Charlie, a few other counsellors we're good friends with. "I'll miss you, Natalie," Harry smiles sarcastically, Nadia's expression telling me that she's seriously considering kicking him in the balls right now.

"I won't miss you, frog boy. Hope Hana has a good time, though," she answers with pursed lips, very visibly unimpressed with his constant mocking.

"Don't worry, she'll be having a great time," he announces smugly, the arrogant smirk on his face explaining exactly what he means, and I'm contemplating joining Nadia on the whole kick-in-the-balls thing.