Issues // H.S. // A.U.

Epilogue

HARRY

Her hair was longer now, dyed with caramel highlights, but still as shiny and thick as ever. Her hips were rounder, more to grab onto whenever she straddled me. Our closet was filled with button up shirts, slacks and blazers, sweaters that could be professional or casual. Scrappy heels for clubs had dwindled, and different colored pumps had started to replace her old shoes. They laid next to my work shoes, under my collection of suits and trousers.

Our lives were filled with dinners, trivia nights, baby-sitting for friends so they could have a night out - something we would make sure they returned the favor for when we decided to start having children. Rarely did we go to overpriced clubs and danced all night. If we wanted to dance, I would move the furniture in our living room and play something on the speakers. Bars were more laid back, fights were non-existent, and our fridge held actual food rather than half empty bottles of ketchup and leftover takeout.

We lived in the city, no longer needing to be near the college, closer to both our jobs so we could walk or take the subway. Slowly the furniture changed into matching sets, we got our own netflix account, and the TV was upgraded.

Everything was different.

Everything but her eyes. Dani's beautiful hazel eyes were exactly the same. They still met mine with ease, made me smile to myself at work when I was having a long day and she decided to FaceTime me on my break, and made my heart race when she looked at me while I was inside her.

Over the last six years, we had built our life. We had moved to our second apartment about two years ago when she had gotten an internship at her current job. She graduated early, her doctorate guaranteeing her a position for the state. She was still learning, but was working everyday with children and teens in the system, volunteering her time to help with community events, like with Darla's fair that had turned into a monster of a project. She was now getting funding all across the state for more events like this.

I had secured my own job in the publishing office I had interned at in college, now a full time editor. We had real jobs and we were real adults doing things like talking about buying a house and getting married and having children.

It was real, and I couldn't have been more happy.

There were days we were stressed and sometimes bickered, but we never - not once - went to bed angry. We might fuck angry every once in a while, but after we would talk it out. They were normally menial little things, and mostly just caused due to both our jobs being stressful. Especially hers.

"I'm so glad we're home."

Dani says as she comes out of our bedroom. She must've finished unpacking from our trip, and I was busy making dinner. Luckily we had some pasta in our cupboard, so neither of us had to go grocery shopping. We had just spent a week in London visiting my grandparents, something we hadn't had time to do since our last trip the summer after we met.

I look over at her to see her changed into yoga pants and one of my old shirts that had become hers over the years. She looked exhausted, but happy. Grinning, I say, "Not going to be our home for long."

She blinks at me, saying slowly, "What does that mean?"

"It means our offer on the house got accepted." I tell her the news I had learned the moment we landed when she was in the restroom. I wanted to wait until we were comfortable and at home.

Her jaw drops, "No fucking way."

"Yeah, we still have to sign off on some stuff, but it's as good as ours."

In seconds, she had her arms around my neck, legs wrapped around my hips. I made sure to catch and secure her, her ass in my palms as I let her excitedly kiss my face. I knew the moment we left our showing of the house, that she was sold. It was a two-story, three bedroom and two and a half bath with a backyard and a spa bath in the master bathroom. Big enough for us to start a family without having to upgrade.