“When I was much younger dad used to bring Juve down and we used to sit out here for ages just fishing or crabbing.” The wind swept through his hair as it gust past us. The expression on his face was unreadable. “I’ve only ever brought 1 other person here and that was Holly.” My stomach twisted. All I wanted to do was release him from my grip however he was holding on tight.
“There are things that nobody knows happened here and I wanted to show you where things happened and why?” He had that lost little boy look in his eyes again. The one that made my heart swell and my breathing stop. I squeezed him softly and nestled my head in his chest.
“So what happened with her?” My voice was a whisper. Part of me didn't want to know the answer to this question. I couldn't imagine her ever being ‘normal’ I winced as he breathed and I took in the view of the lake.
“I had to make a decision and turns out it was the wrong one. He got her claws on her and she’s been like that ever since.” I frowned to myself.
“Why is she still with them? Why doesn’t she leave?” The warm breeze swirled around us as I looked out of the near still lake that was in front of us.
“She can’t leave.” His statement was blunt which made me believe that this was a good time to move the conversation on.
“I don’t mean to pri Haz. We’ve got plenty of time to talk about stuff?” Though the words left my mouth I was unconvinced by them. I frowned to myself as I moved away from him slightly.
“I know and that’s another reason I brought you here. I don’t want us to hide what we’ve got.” He glanced down towards where I was stood and he almost gazed through me. I glanced back out towards the calm waters and spotted the house perched on top of the cliff face. It looked to be abandoned. Saddened by the sight of the old house I turned back to drink in more of my Harry. “If he’s going to get you he’ll find you no matter what I do. I can’t hide the best thing that’s happened to me any longer.” My heart filled and began to race as his sweet confession slipped from his mouth. I moved closer towards him, I tiptoed to kiss him softly.
“That’s fine by me Vens.” I grinned against his lips as he pulled me closer towards his body and deepened our kiss.
Holt - Sunday
Alone in my own room, in my own house suddenly felt rather bizarre. I guessed mum was at work as I couldn't smell any food cooking nor could I hear any dreadful singing. My phone buzzed and as I picked it up I saw a tag on Instagram. Usually it was a tag from a dance class, one I'd danced in and the choreographer had posted it. I'd assumed this would be the case too. I ran my fingers over the pictures that I was tagged in. There were a few pictures of us dancing salsa and I blushed as I realised even through pictures you could tell how much he made me beam.
'I had just finished teaching a class, these photos were taken by a friend. They had no idea people were watching them. They were lost in music, rhythm and each other by the looks of things. I've never felt chemistry quite like it. They didn't even realise they were dancing until the music stopped. They lit a spark for me that I've been missing for years. Thank you.'
He'd tagged me in it and me only. I ran my hands over the photo where I am being dipped low to the ground, my leg is wrapped around him and I'm holding his face, we're both smiling though his was more of a smirk and I chuckled a little. There was also one of him twirling me around and I laughed a little at that one. I shared the photo of him twirling me to my story and smiled.
I typed #ilovetodance over the photo and shared it. I scrolled through the comments section of the choreographers post. There was so much love for us. It made my heart burst.
I awoke to the sound of my phone buzzing. I groaned. I fumbled around in the bottom of my bag to try and find my phone.
"Yes?" I heard her begin to laugh.
"So fill me in?” The boyfriend?” Confusion began to fill my head. What is she talking about? I laughed nervously at her.
“Nance I have no idea what you’re talking about?” We hadn't really spoken about the day at the wooden bridge or what that meant for us. She began to giggle.
"It was the first thing I saw on Facebook this morning? Have you not checked it?" I began to laugh nervously and I shook my head. He wouldn't... Would he?
"Facebook really?" Her pause made me feel uncomfortable. "Nance?" I moved my phone from my ear and placed it back.
"Yes Facebook he changed his thing this morning and tagged you in one of those life events things…” I rolled my eyes. “Honestly you should see all the bitter people bickering on there it’s such a good read…” I smirked at her outburst of gossip and I grinned to myself. I missed her.
"We didn’t really talk about this happening to be honest.”
“Yeah well they’re all a bit weird if you ask me.” I cackled as she paused. "You’re alright though yeah?” She seemed to be getting a little one edge. "I swear if he ever makes you ill again I’ll chop his dick off and make him eat it." I choked back my laugh because I knew she meant every word she was saying and heard her sigh.
"I’m fine honestly and thank
