Our relationship. It wasn't sonnet inspiring, the story of it won't make thousands want to listen. But it was complicated and it was special to us. It was certainly more than I bargained for from just seeing a boy with a football helmet across the room.


47. Forty seven

We don't make up before I go home. I'm angry the whole flight. Well, I sleep the whole flight but I'm still angry when I wake up. Jet lag hasn't quite caught me when I'm home so I decide to go straight to Harry's to see him. I go up to his room and the anger goes to the back of my mind, seeing him there on his bed studying. He looks up and grins, chucking his books aside. 

"Come here!" he exclaims and I laugh, running over and jumping straight on top of him, making him laugh.. He pulls me close, kissing my forehead. "I'm so happy to see you."

"I'm so happy to see you too!" I pull back and smile at him. My heart aches seeing him in person again. I didn't realise how much I missed him. "Ugh, look at your face. I missed your face."

He chuckles. "I missed you. How are your friends by the way?" 

"Ugh." I roll off him and starfish out next to him. "They're annoying."

"They're annoying?" he asks, confused. "What happened?"  

"They heard about the whole hotel in Taylor thing and freaked out because they're obsessed with being right."

He pauses. "Well."

I sit up and look at him. "Don't look all judgmental like I'm being a bitch."

He bursts out laughing, pulling me towards him. "I'm not! You're making things up. I think you're tired."

"I am tired." I say, partly because I am and partly because I know he'll be all cute and nice if he knows I'm tired. I rest against him and he strokes my hair, kissing my head and making me feel all sleepy.

"Now don't be mad." he says softly, still stroking my hair. "But I think if you assumed just then that I thought you were a bitch, maybe you think you're being a bitch."

I pause, thinking about it. I think my friends are more in the wrong than me, but maybe I'm a little wrong too. However angry I was, perhaps I should have talked to them before I left but I didn't and I'm also still not willing to talk to them now. 

"I was bitchy." I admit. "But they were bitchier."

"Okay." he says. He sounds kind of patronising but it's kind of cute so I let him get away with it. "I feel like you're about to fall asleep so do you want to nap here or at home?" 

"Here." I tell him, my eyes closed. 

"Good." he says and that's the last thing I hear before I fall straight to sleep.

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