Unforgettable

15.

"But you don't ever,  you don't ever have to walk alone
You see, Come take my hand, and baby, won't you walk with me?"

Song: Cry To Me - Solomon Burke

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There's a few things I didn't expect that have happened the last couple of days, first being, Harry kept asking to see more of my drawings. Any chance he got he'd ask me to bring the box out and go back over all of them, pointing out which were his favourites and new details he hadn't noticed.

He asked why I kept them hidden away in a box, or why I didn't frame them. I simply said I didn't think they were worth being framed, which sent him on a rant about how they deserve to be displayed everywhere and people would pay money to have that kind of artwork.

I turned that idea down straight away, no one would want to buy my artwork, and I'm far too sentimental, they're like my children.

Each piece feels like it has a part of me in it, I've never even given one away to anyone, it's always been something I kept for myself.

As usual, it hasn't deterred Harry and he hasn't shut up about it.

Secondly, he moved in the rest of his things from Emma's house, which to be fair wasn't much more than what he already had here - but I did notice the guitar he tried to sneak past me.

I promptly reminded him he had promised to sing for me, and I knew he was hoping I'd forgotten, you aren't that lucky buddy.

He's promised he will do it tonight after we close the bar, I can tell he's nervous, but I'm about to blow a blood vessel I'm so excited.

I can't explain why I'm so giddy about it, I think maybe it's because I'll get to see a side of him he keeps hidden away, much like everything else before he came here.

It's a puzzle I'm slowly trying to piece together but he doesn't give me much to work with.

Thirdly, Dylan has been...wonderful since our little spat, which is odd for her. Granted, she didn't apologise and just pretended it never happened when she finally decided to speak to me.

She's been affectionate, sweet and loving towards me which is a change seeing as she's been so distant these past few months, emotionally and physically.

I know, that I know why that is, but I've come to terms with it, so I'll enjoy this while it lasts.

Relationships are about compromise and sacrifice, and I'm very good at both, I'm sure one day maybe Dylan will be as well.

She's even been more pleasant towards Harry, which I wasn't expecting, she's been a lot more welcoming and friendly towards him.

I know he thinks I can't notice, but I know Dylan already burnt her bridges with him and he's just being polite to her for my sake.

I appreciate that so much about him, I know that whatever has urged Dylans new behaviour change isn't for my sake, it never is but I don't think I'd want the answer if I asked her that question, so I'm just going to ignore it all together.

Ignorance is bliss.

"Morning beautiful" Dylan wraps her arms around my waist from behind, resting her chin on my shoulder as I stand at the kitchen bench drinking my ice coffee.

"Mornin" I reply tiredly, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand.

"Still tired?" she asks, pressing her lips against the skin of my neck.