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She walks inside the Another Man building, and this time, she remembers to wipe her feet on the small, worn-out door mat by the entrance. Olive looks up, and calls for her, making her stop in her tracks just as she’s about to get in the lift.

“Good morning, Olive,” she smiles, taking a mint from the small bowl on her desk.

She grunts, then looks her up and down. “You look very professional,” she takes in her black jumpsuit and heeled boots. “Are you getting a promotion?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Talulah winks. “I’m not. I have a meeting with MJ and Paula. I thought I’d dress up for a change.”

“Hm,” Olive nods, though Talulah sees the tiny smile creeping in. “Okay– well, go, you’re holding me up.”

“Oh– yeah,” she nods, pinching her cheek before taking a step towards the lifts. “See you later, Liv!”

It was Thursday, which meant she had two shoots after her morning meeting with MJ and Paula. She smiles at a few colleagues before making a beeline into the small kitchen, hand already in her white canvas bag, trying to locate her coffee cup.

“Is this your last day of work?”

She looks up at Zayn’s voice, and it earns him an eye-roll.

“Why?” She puts the kettle on, placing her bags on the small table in front of her.

Zayn is leaning against the counters, and he looks good as usual, dressed in white trousers and a red jumper with polka dots.

“You’re dressed awfully nice.”

“Are you trying to say I don’t dress nice usually?” She asks, grabbing a spoon from the rack.

Zayn shrugs. “Not this nice. Is that a Gucci belt?” He leans forward to investigate. “Is it real? Please don’t tell me otherwise.”

“It’s real,” she swats his hands off of her, and takes the boiled water, pouring it into her cup. “I have a meeting with MJ and Paula.”

“About?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”

“Well, maybe it is your last day, if Paula is here,” he shrugs, taking his cigarettes out of his pocket. “Shall we?”

“Yes. Let’s go.”

She drops her bags off in her small office, and follows Zayn outside, both of them taking their spot by the railings, and she extends the lighter, helping him light his cigarette. They mostly smoke in silence, the only noise surrounding them coming from the London traffic; horns and tires screeching, and Zayn sighs, turning to Talulah.

“Are you happy, Talulah?” He says, taking another drag from his cigarette.

Deep conversations weren’t out of the ordinary for Zayn and Talulah. Despite people thinking of Zayn as a quiet person, he loved talking when the timing was right. He said what needed to be said.

She looks up at him, a surprised twinkle in her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Are you happy– with Harry, with everything going on in your life?”

“I don’t know,” she purses her lips. She hadn’t thought about it in a while– what being happy meant. She says as much. “I haven’t thought about it, to be honest.”

“Mhm,” Zayn nods, taking another drag from his cigarette. He puts it out on the side of the wall, and discards it in one of the plastic cups they brought out and used as a make-shift ashtray.

“I guess so– I guess I’ve been happier recently,” she nods. “Harry helps. Therapy helps, too.”

Zayn only nods, and looks down at his shoes. “Good.”

“Are you? Happy?” She redirects the question, earning a chuckle from him.

“I think so. I’ve no reason to be unhappy.”

“Not at all?”

“Not at all.”

She is called into MJ’s office when she’s just walking inside with Zayn, and she promises to keep him updated on the meeting as she begins walking towards his office at the top floor. Her boots click on the marble floors, and she takes a deep breath before knocking on the stained glass door.

She hears MJ’s deep voice inviting her in, and she opens the door, finding Paula already sitting on one of the chairs around the meeting table MJ has in his office. She greets them both with a smile on her face, and walks further into the office, closing the door behind her.

“Take a seat,” MJ nods, clearly the one designated to talk more today as opposed to Paula who watches them both with a barely-there smile.

Paula takes a deep breath, clearly wanting to get to the point.

Talulah turns to her.

“How do you feel about an intern joining you for a couple of weeks, Talulah?” Paula asks, hands on the table.

“An intern?”

“Yes. Remember how and where you started?”

“I do, yes, of course,” she nods, turning to MJ.

MJ nods along, and waits for Paula.

“We are hiring for our new building in New York. MJ suggested someone shadow you for a few weeks before he makes the move to settle in New York. We already have someone coming, just wanted to see how you felt about someone shadowing you here,” Paula says, crossing her arms.

“Are you– sure? I mean, I’ve never had anyone shadowing me before.”

“MJ trusts you,” Paula nods. “And so do I, to be completely honest. We’re very happy with you, and he figured you would want this opportunity.”

“I mean, yeah, of course– yeah.”

“Yes?” Paula asks, turning to MJ for a second. “Are you saying yes, then?”

“Yes,” Talulah confirms, a small smile appearing.

MJ claps his hands, and reaches across the table to squeeze Talulah’s cold ones.

“Great!” He says, turning to Paula. “I’ll inform Noah, and get him a visitor’s ID, and whatnot.”

“Okay, great,” Paula nods, getting on her feet.

Talulah does the same.

“Thank you, Talulah,” Paula says, cracking a tiny smile. It’s so small Talulah barely recognises it before Paula turns around, and leaves MJ’s office.

“Any questions?” MJ asks, phone in hand.

“I mean– yeah. Who is he? How long is he shadowing me for? I’m nervous– is that normal?”

“Yeah, it’s normal. Don’t be nervous, you’re great at what you do, otherwise Paula wouldn’t agree on it, you know her,” MJ smiles.

“I do, yeah. So,” she says. “When do I get to meet him? What’s he like?”

“Tomorrow. And, he’s great– got great connections. He was working freelance before, but got great recommendations.”

She nods, and they chat for another couple of minutes before she leaves his office, and makes his way to her own floor. Lauren is already in her seat, working on something on her computer, and she walks over to her desk.

“Hey,” she greets her, and she turns around, smiling at her.

“Hey, you.”

“I just got back from MJ’s office–”

“–Are you fired?”

“No.”

“Then?”

“I’m having someone shadow me for a couple of weeks before they hire him for the New York office,” she murmurs, looking around for Zayn.

He’s just leaving the kitchen, and when he notices them both, he walks over to them.

Lauren claps her hands, despite the look she’s receiving from Talulah, and Zayn nods at her.

“Is she fired?” He says, sitting on the corner of her desk.

Talulah sighs. “Why is everyone asking the same thing?”

“We’re just fucking with you,” Lauren laughs, turning to Zayn. “She’s gonna have an intern shadow her for a couple of weeks before they move to New York.”

“Oh,” Zayn turns to Talulah. “Well done, T. That’s good news. Paula was there, wasn’t she?”

“Yep,” she nods. “She even cracked a smile. Once or twice.”

“Congratulations, T. That means they’re very happy with your performance,” Zayn says, placing a hand on Talulah’s shoulder. He squeezes, and Talulah smiles at him.

One of today’s shoots included working with Nick Robinson, and she couldn’t help but feel giddy over it. She gets ready, and brainstorms about the shoot with Zayn and his crew, and he tells her which lighting would be the best for some of the outfits he would have on. She makes a cup of coffee, and walks into the lift with Zayn and Metta. The studio is already alive, a blue backdrop already on as per Talulah’s request. ‘Mother of Pearl’ by Roxy Music is playing, the song coming through Zayn’s speakers, and she tries to get everything ready before Nick Robinson shows up with his entourage.

“You good?” Zayn asks, holding a pastel green scarf.

She nods, and turns towards the lifts when she hears commotion.

It’s Nick Robinson, dressed in wide leg trousers and a navy crochet vest. His hair is styled to perfection, and a few strands fall over to his face, creating a ‘nonchalant’ look.

“Hello,” he smiles, walking over to them.

He first greets Zayn, reaching a hand as they shake each other’s hand, and then he turns to Talulah.

“Hey,” he says, reaching and shaking her hand. “You’re Talulah.”

“I am,” she smiles, perhaps a little too big, and lets go of his soft hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

Nick turns to his PA, and Zayn guides him over to where a stool is stood in the middle of the room, in front of the backdrop. He sits down, and gives them a cheesy smile.

“I’ll just do a couple of test shots,” she says, grabbing her camera off the tripod. “And then, we’ll start.”

“Cool,” Nick grins. “How do you want me?”

“Doesn’t matter, just look at me and smile a little?”

He hums, and does what he’s told. It’s an easy shoot, Nick delivers what he’s supposed to, and Talulah can’t help but ask about his films, I’m a fan, if you couldn’t tell.

“Thank you for everything,” Nick says, shaking her hand after they wrapped up.

“Thank you, you were great.”

Lunch break comes too soon, and Talulah eats her wrap in silence as her greasy fingers work the keyboard of her laptop. She answers some emails, forwards some here and there, and sends herself a couple to remind her of her tasks for the upcoming weeks. Before closing her laptop, she gets another email from HR, MJ and Paula cc’d, about Noah’s arrival on Wednesday.

“T?”

She looks up at Zayn’s voice.

He’s standing by the door, his glasses in hand.

“Yes?”

“Jules is asking if you’d like to come around for dinner,” he says, looking down at his phone. He sounds gruff, like he’d been smoking for the last couple of hours.

She laughs. “Tonight?”

“I guess.”

“I mean– do you want me to come?”

He looks up, eyebrows raised in question. He looks bored. “What?”

“I’m joking.”

“Oh.”

“Jesus– you’re so awkward sometimes,” she closes her laptop, and starts tidying up her things– stuffing everything in her tote. “I’ll come.”

“Bring Harry, too.”

“What?” Chargers. Glasses. Favourite pens. More chargers– all stuffed in the yellow tote.

Zayn groans, taking a step back. “Bring Harry. Tonight.”

A grin appears on her face.

Zayn liked Harry.

Zayn rarely showed interest in people– especially the ones who just entered their lives.

“Okay…” she grins wider, turning off the small lamp on her desk. “I’ll ask him.”

Zayn nods. He watches her cross the desk and walk over to him with her bags as they begin walking side by side to the lift.

“Jules said it’d be nice,” Zayn says once in the lift, long fingers pressing the ground floor in a practised manner.

Talulah looks up, confused. “What?”

“Jules.”

“What?”

“She said Harry should come over as well. With you.”

“Okay, Zayn.”

Talulah looks down at the grey jeans she’s got on, and reaches for another pair on her bed. When she taps on her phone screen, it immediately goes off, showing Harry’s contact name. She answers with a smile, and in a few minutes, she’s locking her door and walking towards Harry’s Mini with quick steps as she tries to protect her makeup from the rain.

She gets in the warm car with a sigh, the sound of Harry’s wiper blades filling her ears as Harry greets her with a smile, watching as she places her bag on the backseat along with the wine bottle that’s secured in a pink tote.

“Hey,” he murmurs, lips already on her cheek as he presses a small kiss there. She smiles, taking in his smell and the moustache that’s been growing on his beautiful face.

She kisses his lips, then his chin. “Hey, you,” she notices the ‘Kiss’ t-shirt and his pink beanie. “Looking cosy with the beanie,” she murmurs, making him chuckle– his hand still on the back of her neck.

He thumbs at the soft skin there. “Yeah?”

“Mhm. Though, a t-shirt? It’s freezing.”

“I’ve got a cardigan on as well– and a coat,” he shrugs.

He kisses her one last time before letting go, and puts the car in drive.

“I missed you,” he looks at her, only for a moment before his eyes are back on the road.

There’s not much traffic, surprisingly, Talulah notes, so they drive in peace for the most part.

“I missed you, too,” Talulah agrees, reaching and messing with his beanie. He lets out a huff, one hand leaving the steering-wheel to fix the hat.

A moment of silence before he talks.

“You did?” He asks while Talulah is trying to connect her phone to the radio.

She doesn’t look up from her phone, her finger scrolling through her playlists to choose a song from. “I did, what?”

“You missed me?” Harry asks, clearing his throat.

He sounds on edge, almost, so she looks up from her phone screen, finding his eyes on the road.

“What do you mean?”

He takes a bit to answer.

“You’ve been a bit– I don’t know, I guess I wanted to hear your voice more these past couple of days.”

She holds off on starting her chosen song for a bit, out of respect.

“What do you mean?”

“I wanted to call more, text more…”

She chuckles. “We’ve been texting!”

“I know!” He lets out a laugh, but it sounds forced– almost embarrassed.

“So? Harry, are you okay?”

“I am. I’ve just– I don’t know, I’m being silly. I missed you, that’s all.”

“And I’ve missed you,” she laughs, right hand reaching and thumbing at the spot on his cheek where she knows his dimple would be.

He smiles, and she feels the dimple under her touch.

“Okay,” he says, voice quiet, but the dimple doesn’t disappear.

She likes it.

She prefers it that way.

They drive in silence for another minute before she turns to him again, finger hovering on the screen of her phone.

“Pick a number between one and twenty-one,” she says.

Harry lets out a chuckle. “Six,” Harry says, and she counts quickly, finger scrolling through songs.

She stops, and they both let out a laugh when Fleetwood Mac comes on.

“How predictable,” Harry says, eyes glinting despite the darkness of the car’s interior.

She hums.

How predictable, indeed.

‘Maybe now he could prove to her/ That he could be good for her/ And they should be together’

They arrive at Zayn and Jules’, and park the car in front of Zayn’s Range Rover. They joke about the size of Harry’s car compared to Zayn’s, and how his Mini fits into the space with ease before Talulah gathers her bags, and she watches Harry lock the car before turning to her with a wine bottle of his own in his hand.

He reaches for her free hand, and she smiles at the warmth of his palm against her own. They laugh about the wine they both had brought, same brand, and Talulah asks about Bo again. She knocks on the blue door, and watches for a moment as Harry takes in his surroundings.

Jules opens the door, wearing a bright-yellow jumper that is in contrast with the gloomy weather outside. Her smile is so big, Talulah can see the joy in her brown eyes as she ushers them inside, saving them from droplets of rain outside.

When they're inside the warm flat, Zayn appears out of nowhere, dressed in a pair of loose-fit jeans and a purple hoodie, and hugs them both. Jules accepts their gifts with a beaming smile– you didn't have to, and they take their seats at the table. Both Harry and Talulah compliment Jules–and Zayn–on the food, Zayn cracking a big smile when Jules looks down with a small smile as soon as Harry asks whether Zayn is a good cook or not.

“I’m so happy you guys could make it,” Jules says, cutting into her food.

Harry looks at Talulah for a moment, his smile widening, and turns to Jules. “Thanks for the invitation. You’re a good cook, everything’s delicious.”

“Thanks, Harry,” Jules smiles. “So,” her gaze wavers between Talulah and Harry. “How did you two meet?”

“Oh,” Harry turns to Talulah, like he’s waiting for her to give him the floor, or better yet, answer it herself.

Talulah doesn’t, though. She looks down, though a smile appears on her face as the silence fills the room, six pairs of eyes watching her.

Harry coughs into his fist. “We met at a Christmas dinner,” he answers, though it feels as though he’s wanting to say something else.

He doesn’t, though.

Instead, Talulah looks up, and places her hand on his chin, thumbing at the soft, warm skin there before turning to the curious pairs of eyes.

“Arielle hosted a Christmas dinner, we were both there,” she says, placing her elbows on the table. “I was mean to him.”

“You weren’t,” Harry laughs.

They all do.

“I was.”

“Nah,” Harry shakes his head, and turns to Jules with a smile on his face. “I saw her and wanted to introduce myself. She looked beautiful,” he says, and Talulah doesn’t have to look at him to know his cheeks are warm, and slightly flushed.

She still does, though.

She looks at his dimple, then into his eyes. Harry smiles.

“See,” Talulah turns to Jules. “He thought I was beautiful, and I was a total bitch to him.”

She turns her attention to Zayn, noticing how quiet he’d been all night. He’s got a sombre look on his face– a look she can’t quite work out. She raises her eyebrows at him, a silent conversation happening between the pair, and Talulah turns to Jules again, ignoring Zayn.

Harry interrupts her thoughts.

“Got us here in the end, didn’t it?” He says, biting his bottom lip.

They keep eating, and talking about nothing and everything all at once. At one point, Harry and Zayn start arguing over football, and Zayn groans one too many times when Harry brings up the league table.

Talulah falls quiet.

She thinks back to the first night they’d met– the first time Talulah had seen Harry.

She wonders if she’d dreamt the whole thing, their first interaction.

In truth, she wasn’t the one being mean– Harry had started it.

How could he not remember her? Still, to this day, how could Harry not remember the first time he’d seen Talulah? Had she changed that much in one night? Was it her makeup– her hair? Or, was it her clothes?

It was silly.

It was weird.

She didn’t know why it mattered so much, Harry being rude to her at the shop. It was insignificant. It was pointless to dwell on such a thing when he had redeemed himself already.

Harry was kind.

He was beautiful– in every sense of the word. His heart was big, and so warm, and Talulah wanted to hold it in her hands, despite the coldness of her palms– despite the imaginary callouses decorating her palms. She thought his big heart wasn’t fit for her dirty hands. It was as if her palms were too muddy, too bleak and unworthy for his big heart.

She looks up at his touch on the back of her neck.

“You with us?” Harry asks, grinning.

“Did you tell Harry about your new intern?” Zayn interrupts their moment, and she feels cold all of a sudden, despite Harry’s warm hand on her neck.

She feels his curious gaze on her, and she shakes her head. “I forgot to.”

“You have an intern?” Harry asks.

“Apparently…”

The night carries on, Harry insists on helping Jules with tidying up and putting everything in the dishwasher so she lets Harry and Zayn load the dishwasher while she puts the kettle on, Talulah watching quietly from a distance. She watches Harry joke with Zayn, Zayn’s usually quiet attitude disappearing under Harry’s jolly personality. Although it’s only been a couple of months of knowing Harry, Talulah can tell he’s quieter than usual. He zones out quite often when Zayn doesn’t talk, and he almost breaks a plate and drops cutlery more than once.

They sit and talk in Zayn and Jules’ spacious living room, and Talulah presses her body closer to Harry’s warmth when a new song comes on through the speakers. She can’t quite recall ever hearing the tune, or the melody, so she listens intently. Harry turns his attention to her, her head on his shoulder– hair touching the warm skin of his neck. He smiles down at her, though his eyes tell a different story.

She doesn’t question it there.

She lets him lay his head on hers, and she smiles, a small one, and hums when Jules gushes about the new greengrocers near Hamilton Road.

They leave Zayn and Jules’ flat around eleven, and Harry doesn’t reach for her hand when they’re walking towards his car like he did when they first arrived.

She hugs her aching body, trying to shelter the last bits of warmth inside her body and winter coat while Harry walks ahead, long limbs trying to beat the freezing weather.

“Are you angry at me?”

“What?”

She looks up from her seatbelt, and looks into his eyes, finding him already watching her tired fingers work the seatbelt.

Harry waits for her answer.

It doesn’t come for a while, until Harry’s turning the ignition and they’re on the road again.

Her hand reaches for the cable that connects their phone to the radio, though his cold hand stops her mid-reach.

She turns to him.

He’s focused on the road.

“Don’t,” he says, voice low, almost a murmur.

He does sound angry.

She feels her heart start beating even faster now, brain trying to come up with all the reasons he might feel so hostile and worked up.

She thinks it might be because she didn’t like the wine they brought, or perhaps it was when she rolled her eyes at his joke about one of her outfits she wore last week.

Could’ve been the time when he pressed a kiss to her chin, and she bit her lip while trying to distance herself from his touch because she felt Jules looking at them.

She comes empty-handed.

“Talulah?” Harry questions the overbearing silence in the tiny car.

She turns to him, catching a glimpse of his distant gaze before his eyes find their focus on the road.

“What?”

“I don’t want you to play a song to fill the awkwardness,” Harry grumbles.

If she were brave, she would’ve gasped at the heavy implications of his words.

“So it’s awkward now?” A bitter laugh leaves her mouth. She shakes her head. “What– who made it awkward– why? How is it my fault that you made it awkward, Harry? I mean–” she takes a deep breath, palms sweating.

“I didn’t say you made it awkward.”

“You implied it.”

Harry lets out a groan. “I didn’t. I’m just saying–”

She grows frustrated. She pinches the bridge of her nose. “Just fucking spit it out. You’re giving me the cold shoulder– you have been giving me the cold shoulder all night. I have no idea why you’re so– so angry about!”

“All night?” His voice is gruff, but still loud.

“Just tell me for God’s sake, Harry.”

“Do you even like me, Talulah?”

Talulah stiffens, levelling Harry with a hard, stone-cold gaze. “What?”

A bitter laugh escapes his mouth. “Do you? Do you like me as much as I like you?”

Talulah feels small.

She feels guilty, yet so angry.

How dare he?

How dare he question her feelings towards him when she should be the one doing so.

She should be the one questioning his feelings, his stance on this relationship, considering their first interaction.

Maybe, she found herself thinking from time to time, maybe Harry was just pretending.

Maybe he’s been pretending the whole time; pretending to have forgotten how awful he was to her when they first met, and the fact that he acted like he didn’t remember anything at Ariel’s party. Maybe Harry was a player. Maybe he was just an awful person– a scam.

So, yes, Talulah feels small. She feels six-years-old again, being questioned about her feelings, about how real they are. ‘Are you sure you’re hungry?’, ‘Did you really think it would work?’, ‘You’re only six, Lullah, don’t get involved in our business’, ‘You’re overreacting, you’re acting silly’.

“Are you even listening?” Harry asks, incredulously.

Talulah gulps, the lump in her throat expanding. “I am.”

“And you’re choosing not to answer,” he makes a sharp left, and she looks out the window, feeling alarmed for a moment before she chastises herself for feeling so, knowing Harry wouldn’t do anything to harm her.

“I just think it’s a stupid question.”

Harry stops at a red light, and the window rolls down, only a little bit. The breeze seeps inside the car, filling the small vehicle with the smell of smoke and exhaust. Talulah feels sick to her stomach, sick at the silence filling not only Harry’s car, but also Talulah’s heart.

Harry doesn't waver, he sends her a small smile. It’s filled with so much: so much love, but also sadness. It’s dull, but also so bright. She shakes like a leaf inside, though doesn’t show it on the outside.

“It’s not stupid,” Harry argues back. “Do you? Do you like me? Because I–” He puts the car in drive. “–I feel like I like you more than you like me–”

“–So you’ve said.”

“You don’t talk to me, Talulah!” Harry hits the steering wheel, though it’s only a gentle tap in her eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She grows frustrated, anger showing in her wavering, shaky tone of voice. “I do talk to you. You know more about me than most people. You know about my mum, about– Harry, what happened?”

“Talulah, this past week you’ve been distant. I always feel like I’m bothering you when I text or call,” Harry tries to reason.

Talulah feels angry.

“Now, you’re being unreasonable.”

“How?”

“I’m not distant! We talk– we text. We’re fine. What’s this about– what’s the real reason?”

She doesn’t realise they made it to her flat until the car stops, and Harry puts the car in park. She knows someone will see his car in their parking space and walk downstairs to tell them off for it.

She doesn’t care.

She doesn’t think Harry does, either.

Harry exhales, and unbuckles his seatbelt, then clears his throat.

“You have an intern now?”

Talulah looks at him with raised eyebrows, a wicked smile painting her features.

“You’re fucking with me– is that why you’re angry?”

“No– yes. Not because you have someone shadowing you. Because it feels like you tell me nothing lately.”

“That’s such a stupid reason to be mad at me, though.”

“Zayn knows more about you. Even Jules does. I didn’t know you cut your finger until I asked why you were going out to buy plasters for,” Harry starts listing things, as if he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life. She’s bewildered, to say the least. Harry goes on. “I didn’t know your throat hurt until I asked about your voice– or– or when I wanted to see you and you told me you’d been assigned a new photoshoot for– for fucking Phoebe Bridgers. I mean– that’s fucking huge, isn’t it?”

“I’m lost.”

“I want to know you.”

“You know me.”

Harry carries on, shaking his head in disapproval. He doesn’t look convinced, nor pleased. “I just feel like– I feel like you’re holding back.”

“I’m not.”

“Well, okay.”

She tries to get closer to his face.

He turns his head.

“Harry.”

“Yes?”

“What are you saying?”

“I want to know why you’re holding back– what’s changed? It was different when we first met, when we first started seeing each other,” Harry looks down, his jeans seemingly more interesting now.

“Harry, that’s not true– nothing’s changed. I’ve just been busy,” she tries to reason, but to no avail; Harry’s stance is clear.

He looks distant– which is ironic, seeing how he argues the opposite.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Harry,” Talulah laughs– a pathetic sound, she thinks, her laugh is.

It’s alien inside the quiet car, the sound of the wind and rain filling her insides.

Harry smiles, like he’s trying to let her down easy. “I’ll call you tomorrow, because I think we’re both not making any sense now. I don’t think I explained myself clearly, and I’m just being really unreasonable and silly right now.”

Talulah lets out a breath. “You’re not being silly. I just– I’m confused.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel confused– I myself am confused. I think I’m just…”

“You’re just, what?”

“I like you, T.”

She bites her bottom lip. “I like you, too. You know that, right? I do– I really fucking like you, Harry.”

“I know, I know you do.”

“So?”

“I will call you tomorrow, I promise.”

She clears her throat, and unbuckles her belt. Grabbing her back, she doesn’t even look back as she closes the door behind her.

She opens her door, and she spends a few minutes getting rid of the layers of clothes she’s got on. When she dares looking out her window, she sees his car still parked where she left him a few minutes ago. The lampposts cast a shadow into his car, an orange hue, and she sees the light of his phone illuminating the dark interior of his car. She smiles, waiting for his text.

Harry locks her phone– she knows, because it’s dark in the car again.

Her phone doesn’t make a sound.

Harry drives off.

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astranva · 1 year

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How is florist Harry doing? Saw Harry’s new pictures in that all black outfit and he reminded me of our florist.

florist!harry is thriving with his girlfriend! his business has been going so well that he made some renovations and he hired a part-time student with him.

ss!yn got so much better at BSL, too, and harry’s been getting much more comfortable with being vocal. he loves saying her name and saying “i love you” out loud the most 🥹

#sweet stems universe #sweet stems #florist!harry

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longdaytogo · 5 months

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the florist across the street or the muggle au where draco is being punished to work at narcissa's flower shop and harry works part time at the coffee shop across.

(harry forgets which one he spiked and spends the rest of the afternoon on the toilet) -/@harurinpics on twt

#harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry #hpdm #florist draco #barista harry

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sliebman10 · 8 days

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Florist AU

“New order,” Sirius said, looking at the ticket before handing it off to Remus.

Remus scanned it and nodded. “Should be done by the end of the day…I have the centerpieces for the wedding ready to go,” he said, gesturing toward his work station, where there were fifteen small, white tea pots filled with blue and white flowers.

“Those are lovely as always, Moony,” Sirius said, kissing the top of his head as he walked by.

“This one is a special order though…” Remus said, squinting at the order. Chrysanthemums, peonies and daffodils?”

“Yeah,” Sirius said, raising an eyebrow. “That’s from…

“Our birthday months,” Remus said thoughtfully, an idea forming in his brain.

He diligently created the bouquet as requested, adding some flourishes he wouldn’t have normally added. Sirius admired his work as he did the books at the table across from him.

This was how they spent most days in Full Moon Flowers. Sirius taking care of the business end, Remus fulfilling the orders. Sirius had tried to make the bouquets, but they never came out as good as when Remus made them.

Later, the door chimed when Remus was bringing the centerpieces to the front for delivery and Sirius was talking to a customer at the register. When Sirius looked up, he froze a little.

“I ordered the bouquet earlier,” the familiar voice said.

Sirius’s head snapped up in surprise, then his face melted into a grin.”You’re home!” Sirius exclaimed, pulling the visitor into a bear hug. “Moony!”

Remus poked his head back in. “Harry?” he said, in surprise. Their boy had been traveling and hadn’t been around in months.

Harry grinned at the pair of them as Remus joined the hug. “I am. It’s good to be home.”

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mulledcherrywine · 10 months

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Summer in Italy - IG Concept

summary: y/n is a florist from London, with a very small following and spends a summer in Italy with harry 🤭

this is my first ig concept so any feedback/kind words is vv appreciated 🫶🫶

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harryflorals Harry and y/n in Italy earlier today!

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harrystan100 OH ?

harrysleftshoe the way i called this two weeks ago when they were first spotted-

watermelonsugarpaper she’s too cool for him

adoreyouuuharry do y’all just hate this man or what?

harryedwards00 why r u acting like yk her

harrystan88 fr !!

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yourinstagram brb i’m cancelling my flight home

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yourbestfriend Y/NNNN. COME HOME. I MISS U.

yourinstagram i miss u too ma cherie :,)

mitchrowland glad to see my diagram struck a chord with you.

yourinstagram ur just so wise, mitchell

harrystyles you make it so much sunnier here

harrystyles i love youuuuuu

yourinstagram i love you moreeeee

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harrystyles Venice. 2023.

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paulithepsm 💜

harrysscherries FUCK

harrystan1001 ☠️☠️

medicineharry so real

harry_lambert my favourite barbie and ken dolls to dress up ✨💗🌈

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harryflorals More of Harry and Y/n in Italy last night!

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harrystannn i can’t do this today harryflorals

dontyoucallhimbaby i love them idc

watermelonhighhh right ? ppl are so negative

harrysshousee oh he’s marrying her 100%

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chrisevansonly · 9 months

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From Italy with Love blurb (harry’s angel)

pairing: harry styles x female reader (angel)

summary: nothing beats enjoying the quiet of your italy villa with your little family<3

warning: none!

a/n: i’m slowly getting back into working on some fics, i’ve been just dealing with a few things but i promise stuff is coming<3

Nothing would ever come close to feeling like the summer breeze in Italy felt as you lay tangled up in the sheets. Soft sounds of birds chirping and the small town around your villa awakening as the sun crept up on your villa. This was your favourite wake up call, no rushes to hotels or venues for concerts, just delicate softness to help rise you from your sleep.

The only thing that confused you was the utter quietness within your home, no crying from Violet, and no sweet nothings in your ear from Harry. Looking at the clock beside you it was almost eight a.m., Vi would have been up by now so you figured Harry had gotten up with her and let you sleep, something he was doing a lot of recently, never quite getting enough of his baby girl.

It didn’t take long for you to get out of bed, slipping on a button up of Harry’s, your soft cotton shorts keeping you extra comfy as you brushed your teeth. You took your time waking up, completing your skin care before making your way downstairs. As soon as you made it towards the back french doors you could hear quiet murmuring accompanied by the little noises Violet sometimes made that Harry was certain, she was talking back to him.

“Good morning my sunshines”

At the sound of your voice Harry turned to smile at you, Violet tucked securely in his arms

“Oh say good morning mummy”

“Morning my little Violet”

Leaning down to press a kiss to her little cheeks you smiled moving to kiss your husband, his eyes watching yours filled with nothing but love for you

“Good morning angel”

“Morning baby, have you both been up for a while?”

He shook his head

“She woke up round six, so we’ve been sitting outside napping a bit and watching the birds”

“She’s been sleeping a bit later, maybe she knows her daddy’s on vacation”

Harry laughed, moving to give you space to sit down next to them

“Well isn’t that nice of her”

He looked down at Violet who’s eyes were moving around, when they landed on you she made a little noise

“Hello petal, did you find me? Hmm? You’re so precious baby”

Hearing your voice she gave you the faintest sign of a smile, Harry moving to pass her to you before letting you lean back on his chest. Violets eyes remaining on you as you brought a finger down to stroke her cheek.

“God she’s your carbon copy H”

He hummed

“She’s got your nose though, kinda crazy how we created her isn’t it?”

“Mhm, pinch myself every now and again”

Slowly Violets eyes fluttered closed, happy to be snuggled up against you, your body relaxing further into Harry’s as you enjoyed the warm air and solitude your little family had at this moment.

“Wish we could stay here forever”

“Who says we can’t?”

Pressing a kiss to your cheek Harry’s hands moved to rest on your thighs, no hidden intentions other than to find comfort in being close to you

“Guess we better write letters to our family, from italy with love, we’re never coming back”

“Sounds like a plan to me”

Laughing softly you let your eyes close as well, Harry more than happy to keep his girls comfortable and happy. He knew you couldn’t stay at your villa forever but you could for now, and that was all he wanted to do: shut the world out and hide away with his girls.

There was nowhere else in the world Harry wanted to be than right here, with his little family.

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missmielyhoran · 1 year

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Housemate

in which Y/N finds a cheap place to live...

(Werewolf!Harry × Florist!reader)

Masterlist

*****

Moving out was a hard task and harder than that was finding a place to live.

You thought packing your bags and moving out of your parents' house after one bad fight was some kind of badass move, but it came to bite you in the ass.

You were living in your best friend's apartment, but she herself was moving in with her boyfriend, and the apartment was already bought by the next owners, and you only had two days left.

Most of the places you saw were either too expensive, too shady, or too far from your shop.

Losing all hope, you sat down on the bench in the park and ate your burrito. Tears of frustration and anger were pricking in your eyes when a piece of paper flew straight on your face and stuck to it.

You removed it from your face groaning. The first thing you saw was 'housemate needed' in bold letters, and like fate pulling you in, you walked straight to the address, forgetting all about your burrito.

*****

Harry was in desperate need of a roommate. Someone would think being who he is, he wouldn't have to worry about bills and shit but it was a modern world, even his dad had to go to work.

His work pay wasn't cutting it, though. He was struggling to pay his bills and still have some money left for food and stuff or in his savings. Then Niall suggested getting a roommate like he did. The idea would have been great if he was a normal human being, but he wasn't. He was a walking danger.

A blaring warning signal on legs was who he was.

His house was beautiful if he said so himself. It was a decent size, two rooms, and a bathroom with an open kitchen-living room plan. Most of the walls decorated with pastels. Living room walls were baby blue but a specific shade he loved with loads of plants.

No one wanted to live near the forest, which was the problem. His house of near forest (for obvious reasons) and most of the people living there were either like him or old people who just wanted to live off their days in peace.

He had just plopped himself down on his couch when the bell rang. He stood up straight, something about whoever it was on the door made his senses perk up. He fixed his jeans and patchwork cardigan he made himself. Harry walked towards the door, the unknown feeling growing and growing.

He calmed and took a deep breath before opening the door. But when he did, he forgot how to breathe. There you were in a cute little yellow sundress with black boots and the biggest smile showing your dimple on the left cheek.

"Hi" You said like a bird in some disney movie. You looked like a disney character with big almost animated looking eyes, curly hair tied up in a half up do.

"Hi" He mumbled shyly and welcomed you in. He wasn't very outgoing but in front of you he felt different. It was like he was a teenager again interacting with crush for the first time.

He really hoped you would agree to live here cause he didn't know if he could let you go.

"I saw the ad for a housemate? I honestly didn't know flyers were still a thing you know cause of Craigslist and stuff. " You laughed lightly while Harry's face went red.

"My friend suggested I should get another person here cause of expenses, and I'm not good with the internet, so I did what I knew," He said, feeling a bit embarrassed. He grew up different from the others, and he also didn't like social media, to be honest.

He was basically a grandma in 25 years old boy's body, as Niall says.

"Oh no, I didn't mean it like that." Your eyes widened, thinking you had made him feel bad. The walking around the whole area has gotten you tired and maybe a grumpy, "Oh my god, I'm sorry"

That made him laugh, showing off the deep dimples on both sides of his cheeks, his eyes crinkling. He looked like a squished grape, but in a cute way, you just wanted to pinch his cheeks and hold his face for entern-

Woah there calm down.

"I like this place a lot," you said, turning away before you could do something embarrassing.

"I will show you around," He said, walking in front of you. It was a small house with a small entryway with a shoerack and medium-sized mirror. The living room was blue with loads of plants and a yellow couch with a matching love seat, giving it a pop of colour. The kitchen was also blue with white cupboards, an island facing the back o the couch.

There were two doors, one of which you guessed was Harry's room and other yours. "This is my room" He said opening the room, it was everything you expected, white walls with a blue accent wall, crumbled white sheets on bed in middle of the room, a desk near the window and loads of plants.

"Blue is your favorite I take," you teased, watching him smile shyly and mumble a yeah.

Then we got to the other room, it was sage green with an old couch in the middle and that was it. It was a decent size enough for you. There was a window just like in his. It was identical to most.

"So...do you like it?" Harry trailed off. He was anxiously looking at you trying to figure out if you liked it or not.

"I love it!" You gave him a big smile and walked in more to look around. The whole house had a musky smile, like soil after rain, foresty, and you were in love.

"I might have to tell you I might steal your clothes cause they look good and comfy." You teased him and gave a cheeky laugh.

Harry was about to jump in happiness like a puppy getting asked if he wanted a treat, and in a way, it was.

"You can take whatever you want." He smiled, and you there it was the urge to just pinch his cheeks, and this time you gave in.

You extened your hand and gave him a soft pinch on cheek, "You're soo cut-" You cut off your sentence and removed your hand. It felt like an electric shock went through when you touched him.

Harry felt it too, a lot harder than you. His eyes were matching his, wide in shock. You didn't know what it meant, and neither did Harry, but it wasn't something normal, and neither was them being so undeniably pulled towards each other.

"I never got your name," Harry asked in hushed in voice, your eyes on his emerald ones.

"Y/N," you replied in the same voice, not wanting to break the moment. Harry smiled, thinking how your name suited you a lot.

"Welcome to Lone Cottage, Y/N"

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gumballavocadoharry · 14 days

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Updated list of troupes:

Bionic Harry Adoptive father Harry Single dad nurse Harry Writer Harry Pirate Harry Circus Harry Restaurant owner Harry Librarian Harry Candy store owner Harry Teacher Harry Ice cream parlour Harry Inventor Harry Florist Harry Small house Harry Dentist Harry

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peachpety · 2 years

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Deadheading the Odd Dahlia, by peachpety

Inspired by the gorgeous art of @beyondtheclose

Harry/Draco Reverse Bang 2022, E, 8.7k exactly

Florist Draco & Smitten Harry 💐 Romantic Fluff & Autumn Vibes 💐 Farmers Market & Soft Pining 💐 Cottagecore & Language of Flowers 💐 Draco Navigating the Muggle World on a Baby Blue Moped

“You could stay at the Manor,” Draco blurts. “I mean”—he twirls the wine stem in his fingers—“not the Manor proper. But Rose Cottage would suit.”

A hush blankets the table, save for Luna scraping a knife full of butter over her toast.

Harry chews his eggs carefully. He takes a bite of bacon and washes it down with a big gulp of wine. Alarm bells sound off in his brain. There are many reasons why living with Draco is a bad idea, first and foremost being his small crush, insignificant really. Although technically he wouldn’t be living with him, but nearby, almost on top of each other—

“Yes,” Harry says. “That’s…I’ll move into Rose Cottage. Thanks.”

Harry is content to spend his days at Draco’s flower stall at the farmers market, burying his true feelings in artisanal coffee and rose bouquets. When forced to find new lodgings, he accepts Draco’s offer to live in a cottage at Malfoy Manor, and his long-hidden crush blossoms out of control. Turns out, proximity makes the heart grow fonder.

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youroriginalsublimecupcakestuff · 5 months

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After the War draco left no one heard of him till he open a flower shop.

Harry became a regular client and draco ask himself how can someone screw things up so badly because he destroy every plants and flower that he have which is weird because he don't remember potter being so terrible in herbology class.

#draco lucius malfoy #draco x harry #harry potter #harry james potter #drarry #florist au

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meetmymouth · 2 years

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the intimacy of little things: iv

au ⌕ florist!harry x photographer!ofc

notes for this chapter: smoking and alcohol consumption

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Bad dreams catch up to Harry on a Thursday night, waking him up at exactly five o’clock to his curtains dancing in the air due to the open window. It’s dark out, and the breeze is abusing every inch of his body; his legs, his toes especially, so Harry finds himself hugging his duvet even more, trying to catch the last bits of warmth that have been taken away by various nightmares. He looks around his bedroom, as if the place is alien, and he smiles as soon as his eyes detect a dark shadow by the door. It’s Bo, lying near a pair of his trainers– a pair he’s left there because he was too tired after work, and he’s snoring softly, his snores accompanying the whistling sounds of the passing cars outside.

He tosses and turns, trying to find a comfortable position, though the sleep won’t come. He keeps thinking about the dreams, the way he was being chased by something– someone, and once again finding himself at the house he grew up in, naked, and bruised. If he were to press his thumb on his thighs now, he knows he would feel the pain as fresh as ever. He doesn’t, though. Instead, he gets up, washes his face, and tries to get ready for the day as Bo watches.

He wears the same jeans he wore yesterday, then finds a jumper, already thinking about going back to bed once he gets home tonight. It’s cold, the flat, despite the heater being on, so he sips his tea in the kitchen exactly where most of the sunshine hits. He listens to the pigeons hum outside, with Bo munching on his kibbles by his feet as the sound accompanies the humming sounds. As he watches the baby blue sky outside, his phone goes off, and it brings a smile to his face, the smile widening as soon as he unlocks the phone and checks the text. He knew before looking at the sender who it was from. He knew from the text tone, so it’s no surprise the smile gets bigger and bigger while he reads the ‘good morning’ text accompanied by a selfie, and a photo of Talulah’s new favourite slippers.

He leaves the house with a smile on his face, and remembers to text his sister right before putting the car in drive. She responds right away. He sends back an emoji. It’s easy– life, right now, is easy.

He walks inside the shop five minutes later than his usual time, though no one bats an eye as they each give him a smile and a series of ‘good morning’s follow close behind while he keeps walking to the back. There had been an influx of orders, some from parents who would be attending graduation ceremonies and some by hopeless romantics, though Harry still finds something for him in each order, smiling at some of which included a message– a note for the recipient. He lifts up his head when he hears heavy boots walking towards him, says hello back to Jo, and they roll up their sleeves and crack on with Jo starting with a beautiful but modest sunflower bouquet while Harry gets his hands on a bouquet of roses, each collected from the fridge at the very back of the room. The antique radio on the counter sings as they work. It’s Beach House. Harry can’t help but sing along: ‘You should see– there's a place I want to take you’.

He trims the roses best to his ability, hands reaching for more cocculus to add in between, and he just places them sparingly amongst the red, dazzling roses. He brings them up to his nose, to smell, and a smile appears on his face at the sight– they’re soft, and some harsh– prickly under his nose, but they look breathtaking, almost as if the bouquet is a photograph. The radio plays another tune, indie he reckons, and Harry keeps adding and removing things, finally deciding on a few gypsophila– baby’s breath, to make the bouquet look a bit softer, sweeter. While the tune in the background sings about the sweetness of a lover’s lips, Harry finishes the bouquet, ties the end, and places it on the counter with a satisfied grin, thoughts of a girl with stars in her eyes on his mind.

He turns to the sound coming from his left, and nods at something Jo has said, though his mind is elsewhere.

“Where’s Bo,” she repeats– Harry is sure of that. “Bring him around, will ya?”

He smiles at the mention of the Lab. “He’s out and about, on an adventure I believe.”

“You think you’re so funny.”

“Yeah.”

“So,” she nods, then starts placing her tools inside the pockets in front of her apron. “What’s their name?”

“Pardon?” Harry raises an eyebrow. He copies her, placing the scissors inside the little pocket.

Jo smiles. “Your head is on the clouds. Someone’s got you whipped, I can tell. We all can, really.”

“Have you been gossiping behind my back?”

“Yeah– we always do.”

“Piss off.”

“So?” She looks at him with a grin. “Name?”

Harry gives up. He has to. His face– his lips turn upwards before he can even say her name.

“Talulah,” he says. “Her name’s Talulah.”

It’s quiet until it isn’t at Wild at Heart. Getting two birthday arrangements and one baby shower, Harry thanks whoever or whatever’s up above for blessing him with work. For the most part, though, Harry spends the work day at the back, processing orders with Cam. They unpack some new flowers–delphiniums–which takes them about an hour, and have the ends of the stems sliced off. Cam brings three empty buckets and they place each flower into the buckets with such delicacy and care, and Harry smiles when she takes her phone out and captures a few shots of the flowers.

The back-house work doesn’t end there for Harry. He knows he’s got plenty of help at the shop, though he still loves doing everything on his own, especially cleaning. With the help of Finn this time, they do a deep clean at the walk-in– their giant refrigerator where the flowers are kept. It’s freezing in there, so they try their best to work with their coats on as they wipe each shelf, scrubbing dirt off of some and Harry remembers why he loves being so hands-on at his job. He realises how much he learns about his colleagues every time they’re stuck in the walk-in for hours, or at the back processing and unpacking orders. He learns about their girlfriends or boyfriends, their life at home, their favourite food or favourite restaurants. He loves it, learning more about the people he works with, and he reckons these are the things that make him excited about waking up, and coming into work in the mornings.

Harry picks Talulah up from her flat, and they drive to the restaurant with Talulah’s phone connected to the radio. Something happy plays in the background, at least it sounds happy to Harry. ‘I won't smoke if you don't no more/ 'Cause I know you hate the taste of it/ I don't wanna picture our firstborn/ If you've stopped discussing names with me’. Talulah sings along, and Harry thinks it’s the most beautiful sound in the world, despite her vocals being weak–her words–. She insists that he chooses the next song, so he takes her phone in his hands when they stop at a red light, and smiles when he notices The Kook’s ‘Naive’ on there. He chooses that one.

“How are we feeling,” Harry asks, referring to who’s waiting for them inside when he puts the car in park.

At first, she doesn’t speak, only looks outside her window, and it makes Harry feel uneasy all of a sudden. Uneasy, like she just realised what’s happening and what they’re about to do, and Harry fears she will make him turn the car around and take her back– anywhere that is not here. That doesn’t happen though, and she turns to him with a smile, hand already in the air as she strokes his cheek with her thumb. Harry leans into the touch with eyes shut, and basks in the warm feeling of her skin against his.

“I’m nervous,” she starts. “But not in a bad way, if that makes sense?”

Harry nods, turning his face a little so he can press a butterfly kiss on her palm. “She’s nice, I promise.”

“I trust you.”

“Good,” he smiles, nodding. They unbuckle their belts, and open their doors at the same time. “Let’s go.”

When they get out of the car and Talulah holds onto the hand Harry extends, he takes his time to look at her outfit.

Despite the muddy weather outside, she’s dressed in all white– white wide leg jeans and a turtleneck paired with a plaid coat that looks extremely cute and cosy on her. She holds her bag in her other hand just so she can hold Harry’s hand which he finds precious, and they finally walk inside Flat Iron. He knows from Talulah that their mutual friend Ariel is the head chef here, and that she’s also Daniel’s sister. Despite that, he isn’t that bothered, as long as they have a great time tonight.

They’re greeted with smiling faces and nods when Harry gives Gemma’s name, and they pass table after table, finally reaching the table his sister is sitting at. She looks up, dressed in a red blouse with a pussy bow, and their eyes meet, then her gaze is turned to Talulah. She looks her up and down– only briefly, then at last, smiles.

“Hello, you two,” Harry welcomes her hug, pressing his cheek in the crook of her neck.

They pull apart, Harry feeling Talulah’s anxious gaze on them, and Gemma gives her a dimpled smile.

Harry speaks first.

“Gemma,” he smiles at Talulah, his smile widening when she notices her fixing her jeans. “This is Talulah, my girlfriend.”

It feels good, to be able to say that out loud, it feels wonderful.

“Hi,” she says, extending her hand, voice silky and honey-like, but still shy. “Nice to meet you.”

Gemma chuckles, and ignores the hand as she goes in for a hug. They hug briefly, Gemma returning the greetings, and they finally sit down.

“I don’t get to see Harry this much. Not twice a month, at least,” Gemma quips, earning an eye-roll from him.

“Gemma.”

“I’m just taking the piss, Harry, relax.”

“Well,” he quips back. “Don’t.”

When he turns to Talulah, he finds her smiling at them both, so he does too, placing his hand on her thigh as they start talking about Talulah’s job. She sounds confident, though Harry knows by now that that’s not how she feels deep down. He knows from the way her hands seem to shake from time to time when she goes to take a sip from her water, and the posh accent that comes into play whenever she feels nervous. Despite all that, Harry watches with a smile on his face as she talks about her job, and when he looks at his sister, their eyes meet.

She tells him everything he wants to know with just one look in her eye.

“Did you think about the house, Harry?” Gemma says after a moment, placing her spoon down.

At the mention of the house, Harry grows frustrated. He feels Talulah’s muscles tighten, his hand still on her thigh, so he turns to her, giving her a look as if to tell her ‘I told you so’.

He clears his throat, and takes another sip from his water. “I did. And… I’m not buying the house.”

“Harry…”

“I’m not, Gemma. I think it’s time we let it go. Let it all go,” he nods. He feels Talulah’s hand on his as she gives it a squeeze. “I don’t want to talk about this any further. Especially not tonight, please.”

“Okay,” she agrees, and it’s astonishing how easy-going she’s being about it.

Harry nods, feeling grateful, and turns to Talulah.

He motions at his souffle. “Try mine.”

“Y’sure?”

“Yeah,” he grabs his spoon and digs it into the puffy looking dessert, then brings it closer to her lips.

She opens, and lets him feed her, though neither of them notice Gemma watching them intently, eyes darting between Harry and Talulah, bottom lip trapped between her teeth in thought. It’s just the little things, the sister finds herself thinking, such small things that come together and create such intimacy.

The intimacy of little things is what’s captivating about love.

Harry turns to his sister when she clears her throat, and watches as she downs the last bits of her wine. She reaches for her fork, and puts some more tiramisu in her mouth. When she’s done chewing, she nods like she has something to say.

“How did you two meet?” Gemma asks.

“At the shop– Harry’s shop,” Talulah says, making Harry raise his eyebrows.

He shakes his head, squeezing her thigh fondly. “We met at Ariel’s Christmas dinner.”

She looks up at him. “Yeah, sorry.”

“Don’t apologise,” Harry chuckles, then turns to Gemma. “We’ve a mutual friend.”

Gemma nods, giving them a tiny smile. “That’s sweet.”

“How is James?” Harry asks, taking a sip from his water.

Talulah watches the interaction intently.

“He’s good. He’s on annual leave. Bored at home,” she laughs. “How’s Bo?”

“He’s fine. Still lazy. Still looking to adopt a cat?” Harry asks, hand finding Talulah’s under the table as he intertwines their fingers. He turns to Talulah. “She’s obsessed with cats and other people’s pets in general.”

Talulah laughs. “Cats are my favourite–”

“–Excuse me?”

She turns to Harry, and reaches for him. She squeezes his chin playfully. “Bo aside.”

“Right.”

“You two are disgustingly cute– and yes,” she nods. “I’m still looking to adopt a cat. We’re just waiting until we move to a bigger house.”

He knows where she’s taking this, so he changes the topic, asking more about her job and new position. They joke, laugh, and get tipsy on wine, and Harry couldn’t be happier. He doesn’t drink much, since he’s driving, but watches Talulah get more giggly on wine with a smile on his face. He feels like he’s on cloud nine, having Talulah and Gemma in the same room, talking and joking about anything and everything.

He’s lucky, he knows as much.

When they’re saying goodbye in the carpark, Gemma hugs Talulah first, pleasantries and ‘so nice to meet yous’ flying in the air, and Harry notices how she hugs her a beat longer, and whispers something in her ear. With furrowed eyebrows, he watches them pull apart, and the smile on his face is back when Talulah’s hand finds his right after they pull apart and say ‘good night’. Hand in hand, they walk to Harry’s car, and he doesn’t let go before bringing her hand up to his lips and pressing a chaste kiss at the back of her hand, then on her palm. When they’re in the car and Harry turns the key, the radio comes alive, the song still playing softly as he puts the car in drive.

“So,” Harry sighs when they arrive at Talulah’s flat. “Thoughts?”

“About what? Your sister?”

“Yeah… about tonight… anything, really.”

She smiles. Unbuckling her belt, she reaches for him, placing her hand on his cheek. “She was lovely, like I said. And I had a wonderful time, Harry.”

He leans into the touch, eyes closing only for a moment before he opens them, and takes the sight of her in. She’s smiling as her thumb strokes his cheekbone, and Harry smiles, too, reaching just like her to stroke her bottom lip with his thumb.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. “So, so beautiful,” he adds, smiling when she looks down.

She brings him closer to her by the neck, closer until their lips finally meet in a heated kiss. It’s warm, both their mouths, and so wet, though neither of them seem to mind the sloppy, lazy kiss. Harry bites her bottom lip, earning a soft moan as she tries to keep up with his kisses. She tries, so hard, and bites his bottom lip playfully, in spite of him, and they both chuckle into the kiss, mouths open and warm breaths hitting each other’s lips. He keeps pressing tiny kisses down her chin, to the side of her neck before he licks across a particular area on her neck, then grazes his teeth over the now-wet flesh ever-so-gently, clearly hoping to leave a faded mark.

“Come upstairs,” she whispers, making him smile.

All he can do after that is nod, and Talulah watches as he locks the car and catches up to her before they go up the stairs. Her hand works the key, and they enter into the flat’s warm embrace, the smell of fresh laundry and the food she’d probably cooked from earlier hitting every sense and fibre in his body. It’s a home, it’s warm, and it’s her space. So, being able to witness all this, being in her home, her space, means the world to Harry. He feels safe.

She goes straight to the kitchen, turning the kettle on like it’s a practised act. And it is, he knows it is.

“Tea?”

“Sure.”

“Go sit down, I’ll bring it to you,” she gets their mugs ready, then takes the milk out of the fridge. “I’m gonna put some honey in mine, would you also like some in yours? I’m craving something sweet.”

Harry purses his lips in thought, then nods. “Sure, babe.”

She smiles, pulling the jar of honey closer, and she gets a spoon out of the drawer. There’s a beat of silence, sans the kettle, so Harry watches her fiddle with her phone until the speakers come alive. It’s Paul McCartney’s ‘Arrow Through Me’, which makes him smile and hum along to it as she works in the kitchen, filling both their mugs with hot water. She pours the milk with such concentrace on her face, then opens the jar for honey. He watches as she puts a small amount in both of their mugs, then brings the spoon to her mouth and licks it– licks it good, and throws it in the sink.

“I’m glad your sister understands you regarding the house,” she says, sitting beside him as their mugs sit on a pair of coasters. “Right?”

Harry hums, reaching for his mug. “I hope so. I hope she didn’t just say that because you were there.”

“Would she do that?” Talulah’s brows furrow.

“She would, yeah. She’s done it before. Not this time, I hope.”

“Hope so, too.”

“Thanks again, for coming– it made me really happy.”

She smiles, an ‘aw’ leaving her mouth as she carefully grabs his cheek and brings him into a sweet, innocent kiss. She pecks twice, then reaches for her own mug.

“Thank you for asking me. I had a lovely time, Har.”

He smiles. “Forgot to tell you,” he says, making her look up. “Jeanette phoned this morning.”

“Oh.”

Harry bites his bottom lip, like he regrets sharing that piece of information with her. “I’m– sorry, I ruined it, didn’t I?”

“Harry,” she sighs, placing one hand on his knee. “You didn’t. She’s your client. If anything– I feel terrible still, for making you leave in such a hurry. You had a job to do–”

“–I don’t care, T. She just– she phoned and thanked me. She was, well, she tried asking about you but I was quick to shut it down. We hung up after that.”

“Yeah, well,” she shrugs, taking another sip from her tea. “She phoned me as well. Oh– I have an appointment with that therapist. This Friday.”

“You do?” Harry smiles, hand finding hers on his knees. He squeezes. “That’s lovely– amazing.”

“Yeah. I’m nervous.”

“About?”

“Where to start… and that sort of thing but– don’t really want to talk about that at the moment. Tonight’s been lovely.”

He yawns into her palms. “What do you want to talk about, then?”

They both know what’s about to come. So, when she surges forward and captures his mouth with hers, neither of them are surprised.

Days go by, weeks catch up to one another, and on another Friday, Talulah finds herself in yet another therapy session. This would be her fifth session, having them every week, after work, and she could feel the change creeping in, the comfort of having another person whom she can talk to without worrying about saying the wrong thing and being judged. Of course, having friends like Zayn, and also Harry helped– she knew she could talk to them anytime she wanted, but having a therapist, she found, was liberating, having a stranger listen to you.

“Talulah,” Amanda walks over to her while she sits on the navy sofa. She looks up, and Amanda smiles. “Shall we go in?”

Without hesitation, she follows her into her small office, and takes her seat on the petrol green sofa, hands already on her lap as she starts playing with her fingers.

“How are you?” Amanda smiles, clicking her pen.

“I’m good, thanks. How are you?”

“Good, thank you… so, what have you been up to since last week?”

When she leaves the building, her phone goes off, and it shows Lauren’s contact on the screen. She asks if she’s up for a couple of drinks in Soho, so Talulah agrees, thinking she doesn’t have anything better to do on a Friday but go home and get in bed.

They meet at a pub with Lauren already two Margarita’s in, and she orders herself a beer, suddenly feeling like she can stomach the bitter drink.

Lauren takes a sip of her drink, and purses her full lips. “How was therapy?”

“It was good. I think we’re getting somewhere even though it’s been… challenging– talking about certain stuff. I like her.”

“That’s great, love,” she smiles, reaching a hand to squeeze hers. “I’m so happy to hear that. How is Harry?”

“Harry… he’s good!” She smiles at the mention of his name, missing him more than ever now that they haven’t seen each other since last week. “We both have been busy. I miss him.”

“Oh, babes, you’re way too cute. When do I get to meet him?”

“Oh. Uh, actually, I could text him and see if he would like to join?” She bites her bottom lip, suddenly nervous.

Lauren smiles, and nods her head enthusiastically. “Please!”

A text to Harry confirms that he’ll be there in half an hour.

Harry arrives, dressed in wide leg jeans and the jumper Talulah has gotten him. She can’t help but look him up and down, smile, and when their eyes meet from across the room, he smiles, too, his steps quickening to get her faster. She opens her arms as soon as he’s near enough, and they embrace each other for a little while, her head in the crook of his neck and his on her shoulder as he presses a kiss there, over her clothes, then another on her cheek before she does the same.

“Hey,” she says, looking up at him.

“Hey, yourself.”

“Thanks for coming, this is Lauren,” she turns to Lauren, finding him watching them with a grin on her face– though, she feels like it’s all the margaritas’ fault, the way she’s smiling.

Harry goes in for a hug, and introduces himself. “I’m Harry,” he smiles at her.

“Nice to meet you– heard so much about you,” Lauren looks at Talulah, the grin getting bigger by the second as she rolls her eyes at her.

They sit down, Harry orders a beer for himself.

Zayn and Jules arrive, and Harry looks so happy that Zayn could make it, presumably because he’s always so intimidating and ‘cool’ around people. They get along well, sit down and have a chat about work together, and Talulah enjoys seeing them interact– not just with Zayn but her other friends, too. She notices how intently he listens to every store her friends come up with, how he’s eager to learn more about them. They talk about a footie game after work sometime next week, Zayn immediately coming up with names who will be a good pick for their team– Harry and Zayn’s. So you guys are playing on the same team? Of course we are, Jules, have you seen his legs– he needs me.

They walk outside the pub hand in hand, Harry placing a kiss on her temple as everyone walks to their cars, but not before sharing hugs and ’see you soons’: ‘let’s do this again!’.

“Where’s your car?” Talulah asks, the two of them still in front of the pub, swaying side to side with Harry’s arms wrapped around her.

He tightens his hold on her, and kisses the top of her head, making her look up at him from his chest. She smiles at him, he copies, and they press their lips together, meeting in a tender, lighthearted kiss.

“There,” Harry motions at his car with his head, and she follows it. “I’ll drop you off,” he murmurs, kissing her nose one last time before they start walking in the direction of his Mini.

When she reaches for the aux cable, Harry chuckles, and places his hand on her thigh, just like he always did whenever they travelled together.

‘Watery eyes/ That howling wind, she's waving hi/ Her other hand's in mine/ Oh-oh, silhouette/ She's growing tall and fine/ She's got my back/ She'll follow me down every street/ No matter what my crime’.

to be continued...

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