When I woke up the next morning, Harry was no longer in bed with me. However it was like he had tucked me back into the blankets because I still felt just as cozy as I did last night. I sighed and started rubbing the annoying eye boogers away.
“Good morning.” I rolled over and Harry walked in carrying a coffee mug and a plate full of fruit, eggs, toast…the works.
“What?” He asked as he handed me the mug and placed the plate on my nighstand.
“I mean, it is my place, I feel like I should have made you breakfast.”
“I didn’t mind. I always like cooking. I’m not the greatest at it but im not half bad either so I enjoy it when I can.”
“I feel like that’s not very often?”
“Not really. I mean, mom leaves money for me when she leaves, enough for one person to live until she gets back and then some but as you know, I don’t really enjoy being by myself. So I spend most of my money on trips, adventures, I put some in savings for college…you know, the basics I guess.”
“Until I came along.”
“Yeah, know I get to throw in ‘taking Bethany out on dates’ to that list.” I started laughing and started sipping on my coffee.
“So…did you sleep okay?”
“Yah, really well actually. I’m guessing this is like a million dollar matteress?” Harry joked.
“Nope…just your typical mattress. Nothing that fancy.”
“Well then…so I got a question for you.” Harry said slowly.
“What is it?”
“I’ve been curious…if you didn’t go to college, how exactly did you become a writer?”
“It started off small stuff, short articles, short stories for newspapers; I was also doing part time college for english and my professor used to be a HUGE editor and publisher and ended up sending one of my short stories to a friend of his and next thing I knew, I was sitting in on meetings about coming out with a book of short stories and those short stories turned into a book and next thing you know…I’m a published author. I stopped going to college, slowly left the newspaper…the book was doing so well that I didn’t really have time for anything else so writing became my job.”
“Yeah, it was a hectic year. I was only 18; freshly 18. Like I was still living in California, taking Skype meetings with Britta and Jeania here in London, I finally travelled here just for the meetings and ended up falling in love with London and moved out here…”
“Well I’m glad you did.”
“Me too. But I do miss my family dearly.”
“I can understand that. Even living in the same country as my family, I rarely see them.”
“What about you?” I asked as I started digging into my breakfast.
“What about me?”
“What made you want to get into business, law, and politics?”
“Both my parents are into stuff like that. My mom is a big lawyer for a lot of huge, successful, multi-billiondollar companies and my dad was a politician here for awhile, started off as a lawyer…worked his way up; I always loved watching them in court and fighting cases and I knew when I was little I wanted to be like them. They may be divorced but they never saw each other and it just became hard for them; between the arguments and Gemma and I having to sit through it all like we weren’t there, they decided what was best is if they got a divorce. Since my mom was able to travel less, she got full custody but my dad was granted visitation rights as long as my mom had minimum two days notice. The divorce was really clean, no messes; since they were both lawyers they knew how to do it themselves and just got a judge to sign off it and it was done. But as I was saying, just because they’re divorced doesn’t mean I don’t look up to them. They were good parents and they still get along for big events to this day so it makes me look up to them even more. Do I want my life to end up like theirs, no, but I do love how they fought for their marriage and then after it was done, they still got aong for mine and Gemma’s sake.”
“That’s…really mature of you. I probably would not handle it as well as you.”
“Why do you say that?”
“My whole family is like super family oriented. And divorce is like super frowned upon as well.”
“Plus, I don’t like divorce myself. I like the idea of one person for the rest of my life. One person to take this silly ride called life with, one person to come home to at the end of the day and talk about my day with, to joke over dinner with, to have lazy mornings with…just one person to grow with. It’s hard enough to find someone here who doesn’t think I’m crazy since I’m not like the typical girls my age, I don’t want to have to go through it once, just to have to go through it all over again.”
“Okay, I think that’s pretty valid. I like the idea of one person as well.”
“So you don’t think I’m crazy?”
“I think you’re right.” Harry said slowly. “A lot of the girls I’ve met and know here are very stuck up, very up tight…there aren’t a lot of girls I know that aren’t super up tight. I think your friends are the least up tight people I’ve met.”
“they are out there. I just feel like it’s harder to find here…at least in my experience so please don’t take that to heart.” I said, finishing off my breakfast and coffee.
“No, I won’t. but there are girls, guys, who aren’t up tight. But were just a lot more serious about our futures here than you people in America.”
“We’re all too much of dreamers.” I said, giggling. Harry laughed and curled back up in bed. “So any big plans for today? Does your mom even know you’re still here? Or even here at all?”
“She probably figured it out. But no, no big plans.” I nodded, curling myself back up in bed, getting comfortable all over again.
“Did you want to do anything?” I asked him.
“That’s up to you. You’re the one who hasn’t been up to going out.” Hary pointed out.
“Okay, point taken, but no…I really don’t want to do much of anything. I just felt like I should ask since you’ve been so nice about not doing anything with me all day yesterday.”
“I’m okay with doing whatever you want to do. However, at a certain point, if I think you’re taking it too far, I will call you out on it and drag you out of bed and out of the house.”
“True friend right there.”
“Can we call me the potential friend?” Harry joked.
“Potential friend? You make it sound like I have to decide if I want to be your friend.” I joked back.
“Oh, you know what I mean.”
“I think, to me, you’re Harry and that’s just it.”
We fell into a comfortable silence as Bethany flipped the TV back on. She started watching Property Brothers which surprised me…cop shows to house shows. It kind of made me smirk. There were so many different sides of her, new things to learn about her, she never ceased to surprise me with something new.
I looked back over at her and even with the coffee in her system, she was slowly falling asleep. Her breathing was slowing, her eyes were fluttering as if she was fighting to stay awake but she was losing that battle, and was also snuggling more and more into the bed. I smiled ,slowly sinking back into the bed, getting more comfortable myself. I can’t say I was ready to go back to sleep, but I was okay with having a relaxing morning like this.
After another hour or so, I heard noise coming from downstairs and Bethany was still in her mostly asleep stage. She would wake up and mumble for a couple minutes then go back to sleep, and repeat. I slowly got out of bed, tucked Bethany in, then mademy way downstairs where I saw Pryia humming to herself in the kitchen.
“Holy…!” She screamed, whipping around. “Oh my god…when did you even get here?!”
“Uh last night?”
“You stayed the night?!” Pryia asked, sounding surprised.
“Yes?” I said slowly.
“Fuck…I didn’t even hear you two. I got home at like…5pm last night…”
“Yeah we got home a little after that last night.”
“Sorry if I scared you.”
“Fuck, don’t worry about it. But that’s one way to wake someone up… mean besides coffee and all.”
“True.” I said.
“So where’s Bethany?”
“Oh she fell back asleep.”
“Fell back asleep?”
“Yeah, she woke up…I made her breakfast and coffee. We talked for a little while, then she fell back asleep.”
“You made her breakfast?”
“Fuck…I need to get in your friends group.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means Jace and Riley are both just flings, nothing serious. When I need something serious, you sound like the dream guy.”
“I don’t mean that to sound like I’m hitting on you. It’s more of me saying that I may put off that ‘I don’t give a fuck’ type attitude, but a part of me still does want something serious. My last relationship didn’t end super well and it sort of turned me off to relationships.”
“Oh I was too stuck up, and I was, I’ll admit it, but the guy was more outgoing and I wasn’t what he wanted even though I saw a future with him but it was a serious reality check when he dumped on me that I was too stuck up for him and left me. It made me change who I was- I’m more outgoing, more out spoken…”
“I was going to say, you don’t seem very stuck up.”
“I’m sorry…I’m still waking up. I didn’t mean to dump all that on you.”
“Nah, I don’t mind. I’ve been told I’m a good listener.”
“You are. You need to stop that or all of Bethany’s friends will end up going to you for advice or just as someone to vent to. We can become quite a handful if you get us all together.” I laughed and shook my head.
“Pryia, you’re all good.”
“Gee, that makes me feel better.” Pryia said, rolling her eyes as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
“No work today?” I asked, changing the subject.
“Nope…I don’t work at the day camp Wednesday to Friday. I only work there Saturday, Monday, and Tuesday.”
“That’s not bad.”
“Nope, extra cash. A teacher doesn’t make much money.”
“Yeah…I get you there.”
“Coffee?” Pryia asked. I nodded and she poured me a cup. “Here you go.” She said, handing it to me so I could add cream and sugar as I pleased.
“Well hello sleepy head.” I said as I watched Bethany walk dow the stairs.
“Hey…” She mumbled. “When did you come down?”
“About 10 minutes ago.” I said.
“Sorry…I sort of fell back asleep.”
“Yeah, you’ve been sleeping a lot lately.” Pryia pointed out.
“Yeah, point it out again for me.”
“Oh shut up…I have a lot of feelings.”
“Yeah, I know. Fucked up shit.” Pryia said, rolling her eyes as Bethany poured herself some more coffee. “What are your plans for today?”
“Nothing…maybe some writing.”
“Have you told Harry about your book?” Pryia asked.
“No.” Bethany mumbled into her mug.
“What’s it about…?” I asked slowly.
“I’m out!” Pryia said, going back upstairs.
“Did I miss something?” I asked slowly.
“It’s about you.” Bethany finally said.
“After I met you, for some reason I felt the urge to write and everything that came into my head was you.” Bethany whispered.
“Well that’s an honor.”
“Really? That doesn’t freak you out?”
“Nope…can I read any of it?”
“Yeah, sure…just keep in mind it isn’t in any of real life, peoples names…you’ll have to figure out who is who.”
“I think I can do that.” I said as I followed Bethany into her office. She pulled up the story she had been working on and she sat on the couch in her office as I started reading her book.