Angel Face

Thirty Two

12th May 2014

Harper

I had no idea how to feel about my first ever flight, not only was it my first time flying, but it was also by private jet.

"Look mummy," Sienna pointed at her little tv she was given, I had chosen the Peppa Pig series for her to watch.

"Is George going on a plane too?"

She nods before becoming totally encompassed in the show.

By the time we landed I had watched three films and half a tv show series, Sienna had napped here and there but she kept waking up and watching tv.

Coming down the stairs of the jet we're met by Vicky who is our guide to the car, our driver was organised by Harry and apparently he would take us straight to him.

"Harry!" Sienna screams running straight into his arms, her suitcase now laying on the floor.

"Hey you," He smiles holding her to his hip.

I smile and give him a side hug, "You're our driver?"

"Of course,"

I strap Sienna in as Harry loads our luggage. "You didn't have to bring so much, I can get your clothes cleaned."

"It's mainly Sienna's stuff, she needs a lot."

Driving along the roads of LA, I take in every second. There was so much to see and do, and I wanted to do it all right now, but I also wanted to go sleep for three days.

"How was the flight?"

"Really long, I felt like I'd spent half my life on that plane,"

Harry laughs. "They are long, how did Sienna do?"

"Really well, she's always good at being patient,"

My mouth was open the second we entered Harry's house gates to when he finished the house tour.

Although it was a bachelors pad, it still had a homely feel. I could tell that his mother had influenced him in how he designed and styled the house.

"You have a beautiful place." We were sat in the garden, Sienna was kicking a ball whilst we sat by the pool.

"Well, it's yours and Sienna too now."

I shake my head. "You can't.. it's not.."

"Hey," He takes my hand. "It's our place,"

The fact that he was starting this process intimidated me a little, with Harry it wasn't the grand gestures, more so the small ones; the drawer we have in each other's houses, the new car seat in his car for Sienna, the milk only I drink in his fridge for when I stay round.. Although it was natural for relationships to build and change and develop, I felt that moving forward was only going to mean he wanted and expected more from me and I was scared that I wouldn't be enough for him.

"You're very special to me Harry," I admit.

"And you're the only one for me Harper Fletcher,"

I shake my head. "Don't say that,"

He frowns. "What? You are,"

I swallow. "How do you know? How do you know there isn't a girl out there who is absolutely perfect for you?" I try to laugh and play it off as a joke but I couldn't help but let my insecurities over power me.

"I just know,"

. . .

I had taken a bath whilst Sienna and Harry prepared dinner. I wanted to do it but Harry basically pushed me out of the kitchen and told me to take a bath for as long as possible.

So I did.

"Oh my god, look at you two!"

For some reason the two of them were covered in flour and chocolate powder.

"Sienna wanted to make you special cupcakes.."

"And Harry did!" Sienna argues.

"..We both did,"

I laugh at the catastrophe that was going on in the kitchen. "Wow,"

"We made pasta salad with chicken for dinner though!" Harry beams, directing us over to the table where it was all so beautifully prepared.

"You've out-done yourself," I kiss Harry. "Bravo,"

"Anything for you," He smirks kissing me again.

. . .

Getting Sienna to sleep didn't go down so easy as she was scared of her new room that she was in, so after three stories from Harry she finally fell to sleep clutching a bunny rabbit teddy.

"She is the cutest little thing," Harry climbs into bed beside me, I hadn't felt the tiredness of the day until now, now my eyelids were heavy and my head was pounding with a headache.

"She can be when she wants to be," I smile, my eyes were shut but I was still awake - just.

"I've missed you," I feel Harry cuddle into me but I was far too tired to react so I let him move my body to mould into his.

"I missed.. you," I mumble into his chest.

"See you in the morning sleepy head,"

"Yeah, I love you,"

I wasn't sure if it was me or if Harry had tensed. I immediately felt more awake than ever.

I had just said the three words without even thinking. What was I thinking?

With the air sucked from my lungs I try to sound as if I didn't feel like I was going to hyperventilate. I cuddle into him and hope, hope, hope he doesn't bring it up tomorrow.