Part Of My World | H.S.

Be so sweet if things just stayed the same

"Thanks for calling us out in front of Joe earlier, by the way", I said to Isabella a few hours later that same night, when we were crumped up on the small couch in our tiny living room that connected the equally as small hallway with Isabella's room. It had been quite the while since I last sat even made use of the room that we had decorated and furnished so it would fit to both of our preferred styles of interior. Hence why it was the most colorful and chaotic room of the flat, yet it carried the most memories. "I know what we did was deeply inappropriate, but was that really necessary?"

"I think it was funny. Also, I just never got the chance to do that. I mean I had idea how you were gonna act in a relationship. I've never seen you properly interact this way with anyone before. I had no idea you were this touchy", Isabella explained, chuckling and I took a big gulp of the chocolate I had made us to cover up the wine we drank after dinner. Actually I had no idea this touchy either, but I thought it was funny as well, to mess with Harry, even if it got out of hand like that. "But I'm glad to know the two of you are seemingly fulfilling each other needs, even though tonight's a bit of an exception."

"Yeah, let's not about my s*x life right now", I said, trying to doge the subject, although hers was precisely the reason why I hadn't spent much time in our shared living room in the last few months before I left for LA. Well, despite spending most of my days in the Stephen Sondheim Theater anyway, the little time I had left was used to read, watch tv shows, listen to old records or simply to sleep, which wasn't that easy the closer you got to Isa's room. "What did you want to tell me? What's so important that you even banned Tommy from coming here?"

"Actually it's got something to do with Tommy", Isa teased, taking an elegant sip of her hot chocolate as if it was the wine from earlier, before placing the mug with the UK flag on it bag on the coffee table that was a wooden chest of old New York Times issues that Isabella collected. Opposite of the couch was our tv console, sorrounded by fake plants and different kinds of indirect light. The flatscreen on top had been mostly used when I had forced Isabella to watch some kind of musical movie with me or whwn she had forced me to watch some kind of murder mystery with her.

"Oh my god, are you engaged? Are you pregnant?", I blurted out, grabbing her shoulder in excitement. There were about a million ideas popping up in my head about what she could possibly tell me. Her laughter told me though, that none of my previous once were right. Isa shook her head violently and a horrifying thought crossed my brain. My mouth popped open and my eyes widened. "Wait- You're not breaking up with him, are you?"

"No, no, no!", she assured me, chuckling, before her expression turned serious, "But we have been thinking about taking a step foward in our relationship, which, for us, is moving in together", she explained and a silent Oh left my lips, not because I was surprised, dissapointed or, but because I should have expected that. "These last few months have shown me that I can't life without him around. You were gone and he was here basically the whole time. This is the first time in eight months where you're home and you're gonna be, I assume, gone for most of the following month too."

"I feel like the two of us living doesn't really makes sense anymore, you know?", she said, taking another elegant sip of her hot chocolate and I nodded silently. She was one hundred percent right, but still I wished there was wine in my UK cup instead. Although that would have probably made me even more melancholy than I already was. "And we certainly don't need to share rent anymore. I think it's safe to say that money is not a factor", she continued, now laughing again. "What do you think?"

"I'm happy for you and I get that you guys wanna move in together", I said, smiling at her reassuringly. "It's a little sad that the era is ending, but I guess our lives have changed since we moved in together more than four years ago. I just don't know how my life is gonna change even more but that's my problem, not yours. I don't even know what I'm doing the day after tomorrow, let alone what my life will be like in a few months, but you do not need to worry about me."