41. The System Change
…. A Week Later ….
Since that day and a lot of events have occurred. My aunt agreed to the idea, after I told her the important reasons. I made her mainly look at it from the job angle, as in I will be going to move in for the sake of keeping a keen eye on Harry’s health. But, this was one of the reasons after all. At the same day that my aunt accepted the idea, Harry sent me some assistance for moving my stuff to his place, so basically it was an easy move. Of course I kept some clothes here, and took the essentials with me; just in case some day I might sleep over here again. I know I worry a lot and over think even more, but that’s my character really.
The week with Harry was indescribable. For starters, Anne moved back to Holmes Chapel, once she was relieved that I will be here at all times. As in for Harry’s health, I was more than glad that he regained his strength and was able to even go out for a short drive from time to time. Yes I know, thank God he healed faster. And as for us two, I can’t even put it in words; we were just with each other at all the times. He would groan and whine if I was late at work, and to be honest I found that cute to the extreme; because it showed me how much he wanted me to be with him at all times.
Today is Sunday, and it happens to be the day Harry invited the boys over for a light dinner. I told him that I don’t mind just sitting upstairs and reading a book, if he wanted a boys’ night; but that made him a little tense since I even suggested that idea. It amazes me how Harry wants me to be with him always. I know it was because he loves me, but there must be some hidden issue that made him this attached; I won’t lie but I will try my best to know the reason someday when the time is right.
“Becky?” I heard Harry knock on my door, while I was fixing my red shirt in the mirror reflection (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=100693577). I walked to the door and opened it, as he smiled at the sight of me like a little puppy. “(He kept staring as his eyes scanned me from head to toe slowly.) Stop it you’re making me blush!” My cheeks flushed and he giggled at my reaction. “I just love your hair like this. (He wiggled his eyebrows up and down playfully.) The dirty look, makes me want to have a diary of what we both can experiment together later on love.” I swear he was going crazy right now; he made me laugh so hard from shyness. “Behave Mr.” He chuckles and replies: “Yes Ma’am.” He brings his hands to my waist and looks deeply in my eyes, you know? This is one of the things I can never imagine myself being bored from at all.
“The guys are downstairs, and there are some people that are very enthusiastic to meet you.” My face was reflecting confusion; who might those people be and why hasn’t he told me that we will have more people over tonight? “I can change if this isn’t appropriate enough, I don’t want to be in casual wear if they are people from your wor-…” He shushed me with a heavenly peck, and spoke: “You look perfect they way you are, come let’s go introduce you to them love.” He held my hand and we both walked down the stairs, who are these people I will be meeting? And for what purpose?!