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TWO YEARS LATER – HARRY’S P.O.V.
I walked out of the middle school that I just quit my job at and breathed in the fresh spring air. It had come as a surprise to everyone, especially my students when I told them I was leaving. Of course, I wasn’t their real teacher, just an assistant in the class that would teach one lesson per class period.
It’s not that I didn’t like it there. I loved my students and they all loved me. I remember one day I was sitting in the back of the classroom before class started and some twelve year old girls were asking each other if I had a girlfriend. I listened in for a couple minutes on their gossiping before I walked over to them.
“Hello ladies,” I said with a smile, sitting on the window sill. They all blushed and I smiled. “I heard you talking about me.”
“O-Oh we weren’t-” one of the girls started to say. The others looked at me with big eyes. The bell rang signaling the beginning of class.
“I do have a girlfriend, her name is Jemma,” I told them before I walked to the front of the classroom to start my lesson.
I felt bad quitting on such short notice, but I just could go on working there any longer. I had other things on my mind. I wanted to do something more than teach twelve year olds about world history. There was something inside of me that said I should do bigger and better things. Something that I would be proud of when I got older.
It crossed my mind to join the army. I had no idea how my family, let alone Jemma, was going to react to that, though. It was a possibility though. Something I had to think about some more.
I decided to visit Jemma at work since I had nothing else to do for the rest of the day. I checked my watch that said 11:45. I got into my car and drove out of the faculty parking lot and into town. I went to the nearest bagel place and bought two bagels with cream cheese – one for me and one for Jemma – and two iced teas.
I walked down the street to her bookstore that was always dead quiet, especially at this time of the day. Only old ladies were walking around.
The door chimed as I stepped inside and Jemma, who sat at the front desk reading a book, looked up. “Hey,” she said, confused as to why I was here. “Don’t you have work?”
“Right,” I nodded. “It’s a half day today,” I lied, “and I don’t teach the last two periods, so I left to buy you an early lunch.” I smiled and put the bagel wrapped in paper and a Snapple on the counter. Jemma sighed.
“You’re the best,” she breathed. “Come sit with me. I’m bored.” I walked around the front desk and sat in the bar stool next to her. “How are you?” she asked with a smile. Her arm wrapped around my neck and pulled my lips to hers. “I didn’t see you this morning…”
I shrugged. “I’m alright. I’m happy to see you. I’ve missed you…” I noticed her cheeks flushing pink from my simple compliment. She opened her bagel and smoothed out the brown paper as a plate mat. I did the same with mine. She took my hand in hers just to hold.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you something actually,” Jemma said after chewing what she had in her mouth. She opened her Snapple and took a small sip.
“Go for it,” I said, looking at her. She took my hand in hers again.
“Well we’ve been together for what? Four and a half years now?”
“Mmm…” I hummed with a smile.
“I um… well I was wondering…” she pulled some hair out of her face. I rubbed her knuckles. “I mean, my apartment… I-I uh… well I mean, I get kinda lonely… or you know, like… it’s a pretty decent size… and I um, I was wondering… and you can say no if you want to, I’m only asking… but I was wondering if you’d um… like to, you know… well-”
“Jem,” I laughed a little bit. “What are you trying to ask me?”
She opened her mouth, her face completely red. I couldn’t help but chuckle. I held her face in my hands.
“You don’t have to get so red,” I whispered with a smile. I shook my head a little bit.
“Did you want to live with me?” she finally asked. “I mean, I understand if you don’t, your mom’s a great cook-” I cut her off with a kiss.
“I’ve been living in that same house for way too long. I’d love to. I’d more than love to…”
Jemma let out a sigh of relief. She wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me. “I don’t know why I thought you would say no…” she whispered. “You can move in whenever… there’s room for another dresser in my bedroom…”
“Mmm,” I hummed in her ear. I kissed her cheek and pulled back to kiss her a couple times. “I love you,” I mumbled in between kisses. My arms were wrapped around her waist, pulling her chair closer to mine. I pulled back when I heard someone clear their throat. I pulled back and looked over to find an elderly lady standing there. Jemma pulled back and stood up abruptly. I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Hi Deborah,” Jemma rushed nervously. She pushed her lunch to the left of the counter and pulled some hair out of her face. I watched the two of them. The lady must have been her boss.
“I’m going out for lunch with my daughter,” she told my girlfriend slowly. “Work is slow today. Keep your ear out for customers.”
“I will,” Jemma said with a nod. I tried to hold in laughter, seeing her act all proper and obedient. Whenever Jemma and I were together, she acted like she would with anyone else. She ate junk food with me on her couch and would sometimes tackle me to the ground out of nowhere just so she could kiss me. She was the complete opposite right now. Deborah looked over at me. Jemma shot me a look.
“I’m sorry,” I said, still trying not to laugh. I started to stand up.
“No, no dearie it’s fine if you sit with your… girlfriend,” Deborah said, waving me to sit back down. Jemma let out a breath and I looked over at her. “I know you two met in here.”
I smiled and nodded. “Four and a half years ago.”
Deborah smiled knowingly at the two of us. “Well I’ll leave you two love birds be. Bye.” Jemma said a pretty high-pitched goodbye to her boss and didn’t sit back down until she was out of sight.
“I am going to kill you,” she said, punching my arms once we were alone in the empty bookstore.
“Babe, babe,” I laughed and I wrapped my arms around her again. With me sitting down and her standing up, she looked down at me. She had a pout on her face. “Come on, Deborah loves me. I spent almost fifty dollars here that first day we met. That’s probably the most money anyone has ever spent here.” Jemma couldn’t help but laugh. “Now we need to finish our kiss, I’m not done with you yet,” I whispered and Jemma rolled her eyes and pressed our lips together again. “I thought you were never going to ask me to live with you,” I admitted softly.
Jemma pulled back. “I’m sorry…”
I chuckled and shook my head. “I still sleep with you most of the time,” I replied with a smile. “I’ve seen you naked…” I hummed into her ear.
“Only a couple times,” Jemma protested.
“And my god, were those couple times amazing…” I confessed. “I might just have to get you out of them tonight, you know now that we’re going to be living together…” I started nuzzling her neck.
“Babe,” Jemma breathed, pushing me back. I tilted my head at her. “You know that this doesn’t mean that the two of us can automatically start having sex like animals,” she whispered. I laughed out loud.
“I was suggesting a shower, but alright if you don’t want to,” I chuckled and she rolled her eyes and kissed me again.
JEMMA’S P.O.V.
“Hello Jemma!” Harry’s mom exclaimed once we walked into their house one evening for dinner. She gave me a big hug that caught me a bit off guard. His mom laughed and Harry groaned. She pulled back. “You just get prettier and prettier every time I see you!”
I smiled and said a small thank you. Harry showed up at my right. He gave his mom a kiss on the cheek.
“Come into the kitchen, dinner is almost ready,” she urged the two of us forward and Harry took my hand, rubbing my knuckles with his thumb, silently wishing me luck for the evening ahead of us.
Later that night and after a nice home cooked dinner, Harry’s mom insisted that we spend the night and she wouldn’t take no for an answer. I could tell Harry really wanted to go back to my – or now our – apartment, but now we were going to be sleeping in his bedroom. He had told the news to his mother and she seemed relieved that he was finally getting out of the house, which I found pretty funny.
Harry’s bedroom looked like any other regular bedroom. It had white walls and a light blue carpet and normal curtains. It didn’t look like a little kid’s room at all. It wasn’t decked out with glow in the dark stars on the ceiling or Star Wars posters all over the walls. Harry looked through the drawers and found two pairs of his sweatpants for us to wear to bed.
“I’ll just wear my tank top,” I said, taking my sweater off and folding it up. Harry got into bed first once he was ready and I went into the bathroom to take my make-up off with a washcloth.
Harry lay in bed on his phone once I walked back into the bedroom. I took the phone from him and turned it off. I put it on his night table.
“No phones with your girlfriend around,” I told him with a smile. He rolled his eyes and I crawled into bed next to him. “Are these Gucci sheets?” I teased as I moved closer to him.
“Oh shut up,” Harry chuckled and pulled me on top of him to kiss me.
“If they’re not Gucci sheets then I can’t sleep with you, I’m sorry,” I teased even further.
“I guess you have to drive back to your apartment on your own then,” Harry whispered on my lips. I felt myself smiling as I pressed my lips to his again.
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