I honestly have no idea what I'm going to do. If I stay for one more week who's to say we will actually have alone time and he won't drag me all over London again. But if I do stay I would only stay for one more week. I'm not just going to move here. What's the harm in one more week? My paycheck and I'll probably lose my job. He'll probably realize that I'm a freak and never talk to me again. But that's what you risk with any relationship. Well not losing my job but the freak thing. Besides I don't even like my job so I don't care if I lose it. Okay. I'm going I stay for a week. Just a week.
I get up off the floor and smile as I run downstairs to tell Harry. I hope he's excited like me. I find him in the living room with a girl that looks exactly like him just with longer hair and well sculpted eyebrows. They're whispering to each other and don't notice me standing there.
"Harry?" I ask and cause them both to look back at me.
"Hi babe," he smiles and comes over to me. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine. Is everything okay?"
"Oh yeah," he says taking me hand. "Sara this is my sister Gemma. Gem this is Sara. The girl I was telling you about."
"It's very nice to finally meet you," she says smiling warmly and shakes my hand.
"It's nice to met you too. Harry talks about you and your mom all the time," I tell her. Which is the truth. He always has something that reminded him of them wherever we went and there was always a story to go along.
"Hopefully nothing embarrassing," she chuckles looking at Harry.
"Never," he smiles.
"That's a lie," she chuckles. "So Harry was telling me that you were thinking about staying a little longer?"
"Oh yeah. I decided to stay an extra week," I inform him.
"Just a week?" Harry asks and I can see a slight frown appear on his face.
"Yeah. Only a week."
"Well I think that's lovely. Maybe you would like to get lunch one day with me and our Mum," Gemma offers.
"Yeah. I would love that," I smile.
"Perfect. It's a date. I'll text Harry with the details," she says as she hugs her brother then gives me a quick hug and leaves after our goodbyes.
"So only a week?" He asks once Gemma's gone.
"Yeah. I do still have a life in Philadelphia."
"You can also have a life here," he points out.
"Harry," I chuckle. "Stop. I'm not moving here."
"Why not?"
"Okay. One, we're not even dating. Two, we don't love each other. And three, moving in with someone is a big step. Something that shouldn't be taken lightly," I explain to him.
"Who said I don't love you?"
