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.


43. Forty three

I'm stood with Harry at his locker when that trio of mean girls comes over, all of them giving me the same glare. 

"You know Leigha's tweeting about you, right?" the main girl raises her eyebrow at me. "You know she hates you?" 

"And you know Leigha's also never liked you so you don't have to kiss her ass so much?" Harry raises an eyebrow back, shutting his locker and putting an arm around my shoulder. "Don't talk to my girlfriend again."

He starts walking and I walk with him, smiling up at him, amused. He notices and smiles back. 


"Don't talk to my girlfriend again." I imitate him and he laughs. "How cool are you?" 

"I feel like you're making fun of me." 

"Maybe a little." I smile and he chuckles, pulling me in front of him and kissing me. 

"Ugh." Dan groans from the lunch table. "I swear your motto in life is kiss and make up. Or make up and kiss in front of everybody and disgust them."

"Stop talking Dan. You're reminding me of everything bad in the world." Harry says before kissing me again. I laugh, pushing him away and we go to our seats. 

"You two are a gross couple." Eliot shudders. "The amount of PDA makes me want to run in front of a bus or jump off a bridge or something."

They all make up different jokes about how "gross" Harry and I are but we know they're only teasing. It's that hour of lunch where I realise I'm completely happy again. I'm so happy with everything it almost makes me nervous because I know if things go downhill, it will really hurt this time. But I just don't think they're going to. I can't picture Harry hurting me again and I definitely can't picture myself hurting him. 

That night, I go with Harry to take Robin to the soft play area. I really love spending time with the two of them. There are just loads of little things that make it so nice. I like when Robin seems to start trusting me and liking me, wanting me to take him on the slides and things. I like when Harry looks all proud to see us together. However surreal it is to see, I like seeing Harry with Robin. It's so strange to watch, him as a dad with his son, but so lovely. 

That night after we drop Robin off home, my parents are still over at Brie and Daniel's so I get some extra time to hang out with Harry that night. This is another one of my favourite things to do, to be up in his room with nothing to focus on but him. 

"I'm really proud of you." he says to me out of nowhere. I frown at him but smile too. 

"What have I done?" 

"Nothing in particular." he shrugs, smiling. "I'm just proud of you. I just think you're the best person in the world."

I laugh, sitting up, mainly because I'm blushing so badly. "Oh my god."

He laughs too and sits up, putting his arms around my waist. "You blushed. You're totally flattered."

"Yes I am." I admit, putting my hands over his. "You're the nicest person in the world."

"Now I'm blushing." he says and then rests his head on my shoulder. "Seriously though. I loved seeing you with Robin today. He's a little obsessed with you."

I grin. "Really?"

"Yes!" he chuckles. "The other day he was saying 'Paint with Alice!'."

"That's the sweetest thing oh my god." I say and then pause. "Wait, where's the paint set?" 

"Under your bed."

"You dick!" I laugh and then my mum shouts me from downstairs. I sigh, turning around to face him. "I guess I'm going."

He kisses me. "Goodnight. I will probably text you in two minutes."

I smile. "Okay."

I get home and get ready for bed and when I check my phone before I go to sleep, I have a text from Harry:

I love you 

It's just those three words but they're probably the best three words I'm ever told.

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