Red String 2 {h.s}

Chapter 6

Harry doesn't let Amy leave his sight as they get ready the following morning. She feels him hovering but doesn't mention it. She feels the same as he does so why would she complain. When they go to the studio, Tom drives them in Harry's larger Range Rover with an additional security hired for the day in the front seat, neither of them taking any unmitigated risks now. Amy spends the day in the trailer on the CBS studios lot with Tom nearby. Tom is under strict instructions from Harry not to leave Amy for any reason. What Harry doesn't realize is, Amy has been added to Tom's list of people (who aren't family) that he would protect even if he wasn't paid to. The list contains just two names.

Amy doesn't see much of Harry all day, but she knows it's because he is trying to get it all done quickly so they can leave. As soon as they're done here, they are heading straight to London. They had intended to not leave for a few more days so Harry could see some friends but after that scare at the house, Harry doesn't feel safe here anymore. His home in London is now a fortress due to increased security from the last break-in. His only concern now is Amy's safety.

The red-eye to London proves to be helpful. They both manage to sleep on the plane even though Harry hates that they are in separate sleeping pods. He possessively holds her hand as they disembark the plane, Tom holding any extra baggage that Harry would normally hold in his hand now taken by Amy.

It's midday when they arrive but Amy is a bit shocked by the cool weather. Going from California to London in late November feels like they changed seasons not cities. Harry knowingly pulls an extra sweatshirt from his carry-on, passing it to Amy to wrap around herself like a blanket when they get in the car service. There were just a few paparazzi here, the ones that camp out at the airport this time of year waiting for American celebs to head home for Thanksgiving and then in December they camp out waiting for the Christmas fliers. He's so used to it by now that it doesn't even phase him, and when he's in the car holding her hand, he realizes that he hadn't stopped holding it since they got off the flight. Which means there will now be a very clear picture of them holding hands, with her engagement ring on.

He lifts her left hand up and looks at it puzzled. Amy chuckles at the look on his face before she pulls the necklace, that is tucked under her shirt, out. He sees the engagement ring dangling from it.

"When..." he starts to ask.

"Right before we got on the plane," she smirks.

"God, you're a genius. Why are you so much better at this than me?"

"Because I know privacy is important to you, so I'm going to do everything I can to keep what we have private," she finishes by kissing his mouth softly.

Being back at his home in London feels right to Amy. It's been nearly a year since she was last year. Feels like ages ago. Tom continues home after dropping them off, to his wife and now two children. Harry told her his usual night guard will be here tonight but they know the gate code and won't need anything from him. His housekeeper had got them some groceries when she was here yesterday. She is an older English woman who likes to treat Harry like she is one of his children and, like the baby of the family that he is, he loves it.

Inside the front door are at least two dozen boxes, all of Amy's belongings she had shipped from New York. She smiles at the sight of them and Harry smiles too. He takes their luggage upstairs and Amy follows as he puts it all in his bedroom. Their bedroom. She watches as he immediately goes into his closet, struggles to grab half of his hanging shirts in one big armful, and then places them on the ground in a pile. He goes into his drawers and begins emptying half, throwing everything messily on the floor.