Two months. That's how long it's been since my broke in my lock. Two months since I slept with Harry and two months of bliss.
Everything's been going swimmingly. Onyx still doesn't know I'm sleeping at three am, it's ends real well for me.
Harry, dare I expose him like this, acted like a child when I told him I had to go to Auckland for four weeks to see my sister and her new baby boy.
"Okay, but how about of you go for two weeks?" He bargained.
"Okay, but how about I go for all four weeks and you stop acting like a child?" I smiled as I stuffed clothes into my suitcase. Harry then proceeded to throw himself back onto my bed, throwing an arm across his face.
"I can't survive without you for a month, love." He peeked out from under his arm, seeing if his pet name had made me cave. I shook my head.
"Drive me to the airport?" I grab his hands, planting a kiss on his nose. He scowls, pulling my suitcase up and tipping up the contents. My mouth drops open as he smiles, sickly sweet.
"Child. Absolute child." This time I don't even bother folding my clothes, instead just piling them into the suitcase. Hopefully it shuts. If not, I'll just take another suitcase.
Everything's been going so well the past two months. Maybe that's why I haven't told Ronny or Grim. It's so good, that if other people know then it'll all be screwed up. Not ready for this dream to end. Harry and I have had so much fun, doing things we've never done before.
We went sky diving, camping in an actual tent, went to the beach at midnight with the guitars. That ended with saltwater up my nose. So much salt water. Over the course of two months, we've been the the video store on the corner 63 times to get films. It's been absolute bliss. And I don't wanna screw things up.
"Sunflower?" Another thing that's happened since the night I broke my key. Harry's taken to calling me sunflower. And he wouldn't tell me why but I soon figured it out. My Doc Martens have painted sunflowers on them. I did it when I was nineteen, bored out of my mind one night.
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Harry called them 'spunky'. Then he remembered that spunk in England was come. I couldn't stop laughing. When I come back out of the room, Harry's whistling in the kitchen, popping toast in the toaster. My flights not until twelve thirty and it's only just hit nine.
Yes, I did wait until the day of to pack my bags. Worst choice when Harold acts like a child not getting the ice cream he wants. Onyx and Grim are coming over to get brunch, which means crying and hugs and laughs for an hour before I leave.
"When are Grim and Ronny coming over?" I'm questioned as I pull myself up onto the bench next to Harry and the toaster.
"Uh, ten I think. It's a little dependant on Grim and when he actually gets his ass up. They had a big night last night." And by they, I mean Grim drunk his body weight in alcohol. I got many drunk voicemails at four a.m with Ron's voice in the background trying to coax him into a cab.
