When Harry's birthday rolled up, he was out of town playing a gig. I followed him there, of course, and we spent the night together. I got him a scrapbook of pictures – one for every gig he'd been at, and also a ring similar to the promise one he'd given me. Except, his was a plain silver band with the word 'yours' engraved on the inside of it.
He ended up staying out of town until our first anniversary, where we got similar, but not matching tattoos. He got a 'London' tattoo, and I got a tattoo of a basic house: small square, small triangle, and small window with a matching door. It was black, and a very small one, on my forearm.
It was to remind us that wherever we were, we always had a bit of 'home', and memories with us. Despite none of us being born in London, it was cute. He wanted matching tattoos but I refused on the grounds that we didn't need tattoos to showcase our love. Foreshadowing, I think.
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Two months and five days after his birthday, I managed to get myself a long weekend off, and booked a hotel in Essex. It was an odd choice, Essex, but I'd booked rooms for us, Sam, Sammy, Lena, Deren, and Dan. Olly, Rahama, and Belinda couldn't leave school/work, but it was okay because we'd send him pictures and be sure to update them on everything we did.
When I told Harry, he raised his eyebrows. "Essex? Why Essex?"
"It's fun! I mean, you've been stressed over getting a talent scout and the whole X-Factor contemplation thing, and nobody's seen anybody for so long, so this'll be like Ibiza. Minus three."
"Okay. If that's what you want. Will we be checking out the clubs?"
I raised my eyebrows. "Really?"
"Hey, they have awesome clubs!" He said, holding his arms up.
"Well, obviously, if you want to go clubbing you can. This is like your birthday gift."
"Two months late." His eyes shined with amusement.
"Two months and five days."
"But you got me gifts already?" He frowned, glancing at the ring he had on.
"Shut up and enjoy the feeling of gifts!" I groaned. "Jesus. I've never met anyone who complains about extra gifts."
He laughed and tugged me toward him, placing a kiss on my nose.
"I'm sorry. I'm glad we're going, really, but let's not forget I don't like you spending too much money on me."
I gestured to the silver band he had on. "You didn't mind when it came to this."
"Because I didn't know how much it cost. I mean, I could've–"
I shut him up with a kiss, not wanting to hear him talk about paying me back for the gifts. He felt bad that I had spent money on him, despite that fact that that was the whole concept of gifts.
"Brenna?" He muttered, when we broke away.
"Yeah?" I grinned.
"I love you."
"Love you too," I grinned.
Harry's Point of View -----
If there was one thing to know about Brenna, it was that she did not do mornings well. She leaned on the bench, glaring at Deren as he recounted something funny that had happened to him a week ago, or something like that. I took our train tickets and moved behind him, patting him on the back.
"Mate, if looks could kill, you'd be dead." I nudged Brenna, and she kicked my shin. It didn't hurt, but I pulled a face to satisfy her.
"You're a horrible actor." She said.
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Broken
Fanfiction"When something is broken, you can't fix it. But you can make it better. All it needs is love, care and attention." Broken. That's what Brenna was. With no family, and no money, it was a good thing she was smart. She had a scholarship for college a...
