"I can't believe that you want to go to Romania almost two months early! We just got back from Holmes Chapel, I just finished unpacking everythin yesterday and now I have to repack it all!" I shouted to Harry, who was laughing, finding it amusing. "Harry, I'm serious!"
"I know, love. You will live! If I can do it all the time you can do it. We'll be fine!"
I glared at him from across the room. He was sitting ont he couch petting Bellea and watching T.V. while I was in the kitchen getting a drink. "I hope you invested in an english to romanian dictionary because I'm not going to help you."
Everything must've been funny to him because he had started laughing again! "I'm sure you won't, love." I heavily sighed and turned on my heels to go to my room so I could finish my packing.
It had been a week since we had gotten back from Harry's families home and it was quiet. Harry had been staying at my house almost every night so we had a lot of 'Harue' time. It was nice and since he had practically moved in for the week, I had gotten to see a side I hadn't seen of him yet. It was nice and I was getting comfortable.
I don't know how I had managed to keep my calm and not freak out and break up with him yet. Not because I didn't care for him like that, but because I knew my fear of relationships would kick in eventually, I just thought it would've been sooner.
Every day that I had practice I would get the questions. 'You and Harry still together?' 'Have you started to back out yet?' 'Are you already distancing yourself from him?' They were all surprised when my answer was always 'no'.
I really hated all the packing I had to do for all of these trips I've recently been going on recently. I loved the trip there, but I hated all the extra luggage!
"Are we staying here tonight or at your house?" I yelled at Harry.
"Mine. Louis said he'd take us in tomorrow."
"Is anyone else planning on comming or just him?"
"He said something about Darcy coming, I think?"
I raised an eyebrow to myself because she hadn't told me she wanted to come. "Okay, then? I'm almost ready, so you might want to start taking your stuff down to the car."
"Okay." I heard Bellea whine in protest of Harry moving her and the heavy footsteps fade down the hall and into the elevator. All I had to pack was shoes, which I quickly did and walked out the door with my bags in hand. I locked the door and went down the staircase.
Harry was leaning against the car texting someone on his phone when he looked up at me and smilied. I smilied back and put my things in the car and hopped into the passengers seat, like usual. "It's crazy to think tomorrow I'll be boarding a plane to go home."
I know, it's short and crappy, but I'm in a bad mood so I didn't wanna write more and have it reflect on my chapter.
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