The state I'm in COMPLETED

Raindrops

"I'm baaaack! If there's anyone naked in the apartment, you have three seconds to be decent. I don't give a shit if you need more time," Rose yelled as she walked in, making us burst into laughter.

"We're decent, woman..." Harry answered, still laughing.

"Shit! I was hoping to catch you naked... but whatever." She smirked, stepping into the kitchen where we were sitting, having a late lunch.

"Hey, Rose..." I greeted her with a hug.

"Hello, lovebirds!" she teased, pulling out a chair next to me.

"Lunch at four in the afternoon? Have you been busy... doing other things?" She wiggled her eyebrows.

"That's none of your business, Rosie," I giggled.

"I'll take that as a yes... not on my bed, I hope."

"Shut up!" I swatted at her playfully.

"Don't worry. Your bed is sex-free," Harry chimed in, clearly amused.

"Harry!" I scolded him.

"What?! She has the right to know about her bed. Actually, dear Rose, I haven't even slept in it, but thanks for letting me use your closet. Mrs. Consumerism over here has no room for my stuff in hers," he complained, smirking.

"So, did you have fun?" Rose asked plainly.

Did we have fun? We had spent three more days barely leaving the apartment—cooking for each other, laughing, talking for hours, playing cards (which often ended up with us half-dressed and tangled in each other), and watching movies that we barely paid attention to. We couldn't get enough of each other. My mom would call it young love. I called it something more. It was more than just fun—it was us learning each other, finding comfort in one another, figuring out how to love each other.

That time alone with Harry, those carefree days, would always be cherished as ours—our little honeymoon period, where nothing else mattered except us. I knew I sounded like a walking cliché, but that didn't make it any less true.

"Are you going to work tonight?" Rose suddenly asked as I cleared the table.

"Yeah. I need to be there by ten-thirty."

"Harry, looks like it's just the two of us tonight, then. I'm going to get you drunk at the club and take advantage of you. Then you'll see you've fallen for the wrong girl," she said dramatically.

"Okay, love. We'll do just that," Harry grinned, pulling her into a fake hug.

"Val, he's a keeper," she told me, shaking her head in amusement. "I'm going to take a nap." She stretched and yawned. "By the way, did something happen in the neighbourhood?"

My brows furrowed. "No... why?"

"There were two patrol cars going up and down our street earlier. It just seemed strange. Don't worry, I wouldn't read too much into it—probably drunken students or something. See ya..." she said, disappearing into her room.

Harry and I exchanged a look but said nothing. The tension was creeping back in, but neither of us wanted to admit it.

At 10:15, I was standing at the door, ready for work, having just finished a small argument with Harry. He protested about me going alone, claiming he wanted to keep me company.