like dandelions in the wind (l.s.)

epilogue

I cross the street as soon as the traffic lights turn green, trying to pull my hood further into my forehead so that I don’t get any wetter. The rain is falling down in thick drops, both my jacket and pants are already soaked.

Considering that Harry’s flat is only ten minutes from uni, I should be getting there faster, but with the rain I have to walk slower than usually since I already slipped two times and nearly fell.

Since it’s November, I did expect it to be cold, but I was hoping for some pretty snow rather than rain and thunderstorm for the whole month.

I sigh relieved when I arrive at the multistorey house harry lives in and pull out the spare key, he gave me just a few days back.

When I got back home from my parents in summer, we spent the last days of holidays together before both being busy with uni a lot. It was a bit hard to see each other more regularly when we both just started trying to get used to the work coming along with the new semester.

Now, once we’ve both gotten used to our usual schedules, we usually are able to see us multiple times a week. This week has been a bit busy since I had to help Liam with moving in with his girlfriend and Harry studied for his upcoming exams a lot.

Now it’s Friday and it’s the first time I’m finally getting to see him this week. I walk up the stairs, playing with the key in my hand until I arrive at his door.

“Hi babe”, I say when entering so he knows it’s not some criminal entering and slip out of my wet shoes. I take of my jacket and lay it down on the commode right next to the door.

He doesn’t answer and the light in the living room is off, so I decide to look for him in his bedroom. The light on his nightstand is still burning, an open book laying on his tummy, his eyes squeezed shut. He’s been studying way too much.

I take the book and close it before covering him with a blanket and turning off the light. I decide to let him sleep for a little longer and call a delivery service. I order some Pizza and clean up the kitchen before I head back to Harry’s bedroom.

I lay down next to him carefully, brushing through his hair with my hand to wake him up. “Baby”, I whisper, Wake up.”

He opens one eye slightly, smiling at me before closing it again. “Hi”, he groans, voice sleepy, “’m sorry, I fell asleep.”

“I saw. You’re overworking yourself, H.”

He nods. “Know that. Will take a break for this evening.”

I nod and lean down to kiss him for a bit. The doorbell rings just a little later. “Delivery Service”, I explain and Harry smiles broadly.

I pay for the food and set the table, pouring us both some lemonade, putting the pizza on plates so it at least looks as if I cooked something.

Harry smiles happily when he walks into the kitchen, hair fixed and looking a little less tired. “Told you not to tidy up for me”, he says, “Makes me feel bad.”

“Harry, I just out the dishes in the dishwasher. No big deal. You’re working too hard, I like taking care of you, okay?”

He nods, walking up to me to pull me in for a hug. “Yeah, thank you”, he mumbles into my hair and smiles.

We eat while telling each other about our days, playing footsie under the table while listening to the artic monkeys vinyl. The first time I visited him we completely forgot listening to it, caught up on him showing me his flat, cuddling on the sofa and making out in his bed all evening. Since the second visit it’s kind of been our thing though, having the songs play in the background all the time.