Moments || H.S

Thirty Nine ; Night Changes

"and to think my neighbors had just gotten used to an A-list celebrity coming in and out" I laugh as I take down August's art off the wall and lean it against the wall with the others. This one was of Matilda and Diana he had done around a year ago. 

He laughs and picks up a cardboard box off the kitchen bench full off mugs and cups and I follow him out into the front door and load the small art pieces into the moving truck. The new house is about 15 minutes away, but it's only a minute walk from Harry's house. 

I'm still in shock he bought it, he didn't even let me contribute to the cost and I didn't ask how much, I don't want to know either. I always forget how much money he actually has until he does stuff like this, he's incredibly humble. H said it was something he wanted for a while and August is over the moon because it means he gets to use the money we saved on a new studio he wants to build. 

"That's not happening" He says as I bend down to pick up a box off the floor. 

"Yes it is" I pick up the box and start walking away from him "It's not even that heavy"

 He grabs my shoulder and takes it out of my arms and into his.  

"What do you want me to carry then" I sigh 

"Something lighter" He says "I don't want you hurting yourself right now" Can he not be so caring and sweet for 1 minute? 

"Fine" I groan "What do you suggest then?"

He smiles, put the box down on the table and walks up to the couch, picks up the a few pillows and shoves them in my arms. I chuck them back at him with laugh and pick up the box from where he left it. 

"I'll be fine, seriously" I smile 

He finally agrees but stays close as I load the box into the truck. Soon, the first day of moving is complete and I walk back into the house and look around. All the art and photos are off the walls and it's very bare. Only the furniture and electronics remain. We have  just over 6 years of memories made in this house. 

Good and bad memories start to play through my mind, finding out I was pregnant just 2 months ago, Harry surprising me with Di and then the heart-wrenching days after she passed, and countless nights with boys. I look into the backyard through the glass doors and remember the picnics we had on the grass and chasing after Matilda. Having snow fights in winter and drinking under the stars. 

"You feeling alright" Harry asks, walking up to me and snapping me out of my thoughts. 

"Yeah, I'm OK" I smile at him "The new house is so much bigger than this one I don't know what I'm gonna do with all that space"

"Raise kids" He says, shrugging his shoulders like I should have know that already.

"Kids?" I laugh "Brave to assume I'm popping more out after this one" 

His face softens and he says quietly "I can't wait for you to start showing, then it will feel real"

"You don't think this feels real?" I ask curiously and sit on the couch. He follows me and plonks himself down, putting his arm around my shoulders like he always does. 

"I think I'm still in shock" He laughs "Even after two months" 

I smile and turn the TV on. It's going to feel strange living somewhere else but here with August but I know that Harry buying the house for us was one of the best decisions he's never made. I'll be closer to him and he'll be able to spend more time with the baby and August. The two of them are best friends at this point, always hanging out without me and having drinks.