SEQUEL: to You're So Golden
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Harry's gentle hand rests on my hip as he drags the soft warm cloth against my stained skin with his other hand. I look down in between us and watch closely as the red liquid drips down to our feet and seeps into the...
She said, "It's not now or never Wait ten years, we'll be together" I said, "Better late than never Just don't make me wait forever" Don't make me wait forever
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This morning I woke up beside Harry, giggling with each small kiss he peppered to the side of my cheek. Both of his arms were slinked over my waist, while his long legs were tangled underneath the white sheets with my own.
Each time I tried to pull away from his comforting embrace to get out of bed, he pulled me back down and held me closer to his chest so I'd stay in bed with him until the sun came up again.
He's been so clingy the past few days, but I don't mind at all whatsoever. I prefer him close, and trust me when I say we've been very close since that day in the sunflower field.
Ever since we've made our forever promise, there's been a sudden change in our pace at finding my father. I rarely see Harry other than nighttime due to the fact he's now always at the office.
He's super determined now, and while I'm beyond thrilled we're getting closer and closer, reality's starting to hit me again. I'm trying my best to stay calm, but I can't help but panic.
The closer we get to finding him the closer we get to danger. I know I need to take each day one at a time, but it's hard. Harry's trying his best to keep me relaxed but I keep asking myself the same questions over and over again.
How the fuck are we going to go about this? I'm sure the boys have an entire plan sketched out, leaving me out of it to avoid me getting hurt. But my father can't be trusted at all after what happened the last time we saw him. What am I going to do if someone gets hurt? I can't let that happen. I'll lose it.
I need a nap.
Or therapy.
Okay let's be real, I need both.
The boys have been working their asses off at the office, and normally they let the kids roam free, but after Caleb talked to me about Ella, I decided I should be the one spending a lot more time with them.
It's nothing against the boys, but there could obviously be some improvements with the way they are being raised. It's nobody's fault, nobody's childhood is perfect. Clearly.
I love Harry, and I think he's doing the best he can right now, but if it were my choice these kids would be clueless as to what the hell is going on. But they aren't stupid.
They know, hell we've talked about this mess in front of them plenty of times. But at the end of the day, they are still kids. These kids are my family and they still have time to be kids so that's what I'm gonna let them do. I'm letting them be kids.
