First off, early update??

This chapter hasn't been edited, so I apologize for any mistakes.

Also, don't kill me for not making their anniversary on the 28th of September!

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Chapter 41

Somehow, Harry and I managed to sleep through the rest of the day and didn't wake up until four in the morning. It wasn't very suitable as it was pitch black outside, but it didn't matter since we slept for twelve hours.

I felt alert as I fluttered my eyes open, seeing Harry's curls sprawled on my chest with his head on my shoulder. His arm was draped over my naked stomach while mine was wrapped around his back, absentmindedly drawing patterns into his skin.

He stirred only a few seconds later, his eyelashes fluttering as he blinked his eyes open. A small smile formed on his lips when he made eye contact with me. "Morning," he mumbled, nuzzling his nose into the crook of my neck.

Feeling the hairs on my body rise, I pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Morning, love."

He let out a content sigh, tightening his arm around my torso. "What time is it?" He asked, his fingers dancing along my ribcage.

"It's the middle of the night," I said. "Four in the morning, to be specific. We slept for twelve hours."

"Jesus Christ," he groaned, burrowing his face deeper into my neck. "I don't even remember the last time I slept this long. You're such a bad influence on me."

"Oh, please. It's not my fault you got tired by having sex."

He looked up at me, his green eyes meeting mine in the dark room. "Isn't it, though?" He implied, raising his eyebrows with a hint of a smile on his lips.

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head. "I'm taking that as a compliment."

"Mhm?" He hummed, getting closer to my face so that our lips were mere inches apart. "You should," he confirmed, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to my lips.

My hand went to grip the back of his neck as I moved my mouth tenderly with his. We pulled away only a few seconds later, gazing into each other's eyes with slight smiles on our lips. "Remember when we were on tour, and I asked you where you see yourself in five years?" I questioned, tilting my head to the side.

He was propped up with an arm on my chest now, his face hovering over mine. "Of course."

"What was your reply?" I continued, looking at him expectantly as I tucked a stray curl behind his ear.

A glint appeared in his eyes. "I see you," he quoted his 20-year-old self. "And me. We're leaving every car, every building together, holding hands because we can, because there's nothing holding us back anymore."

I nodded, pursing my lips. "It's next year."

"Yeah," he breathed, averting his gaze for a few seconds. "Maybe we won't be able to do all those things then, but I still want you to be there. And I would still like to see us sitting in a park, watching our grandchildren play around when we're grey and old."

The smile returned to my lips, my hand tangling in his curls at the back of his neck. "You're definitely a sap," I told him teasingly. "But in this case, I would love for you to be right."

A light chuckle escaped his mouth as he leaned in to press a kiss to my neck, leaving a few more before pulling back to look at my face again. His hand traveled down my side, towards the curve of my bum, making my eyes widen. His smile only grew as he leaned in to press his nose against my cheek, ghosting his lips over mine.

He kissed me once, twice, three times before moving to my jaw, down to my neck. I tilted my head to the side, letting him suck and lick my skin while caressing the small of my back. He was about to hook his leg over my middle when I reached out to place my hand on his knee, remembering what we had done yesterday afternoon. "Babe, you've got dried cum all over your stomach."

His lips disconnected from my neck as he looked down at the damage on his torso. When he looked back up at me, he was pouting adorably, making me let out a chuckle. "Come on," I said, cupping his cheek. "Let's go take a shower."

His lips stayed in a pout when I dropped my hand. "Will you carry me there? I'm sore."

I tilted my head to the side. "And that's my fault too, I suppose?" I inquired, raising an amused eyebrow.

He shrugged simply. "I don't know anyone else who can be responsible for it."

The way he said it made my heart flip in my chest, and I couldn't help but grin at him. "I wouldn't hope so," I said, running my hands down his bare back.

Once Harry got off my chest, I hoisted myself up from the bed and turned around to watch him push himself towards the edge. My lips twitched as my eyes found the red marks on his ribcage and hips and the tousled curls on top of his head. He was a mess, but he was an adorable mess, and knowing I was the one who had caused it made me feel proud and honored.

When I turned my back to him, he got up to his feet and threw his arms around my neck while locking his legs around my waist. "Don't press your stomach against my back, or else I'm dropping you," I warned him as I started walking to the bathroom with my hands under his thighs.

"Mhm," he hummed into my neck, arching his back to avoid his frame from touching me. It was cute that he put effort into it even though we were both going to shower within a matter of seconds. I had only said it as a joke, but he apparently took it seriously.

As I walked through the hallway, I was yet again thankful that I knew where every room in this house was located since Harry was hiding in my neck, completely oblivious to our surroundings. I passed the staircase to get to the white door, then struggled to open it while trying to keep Harry on my back.

Once inside, I gently dropped him on the floor, letting him slide off my back while I opened the shower doors. "Come on, love," I told him, gracing my hand over his elbow before entering the space.

He quickly followed, closing the doors behind us before turning around to meet my gaze. "Hey," he beamed, making me smile brightly.

"Hi."

I turned on the water, letting it soak every inch of our bodies. Harry took this as an opportunity to examine every feature of mine, his eyes glinting in the dim lights of the room as he pushed my hair back. His other hand went to grip the side of my neck, his thumb running along my chin, up to the corner of my lips.

"How did I get this lucky?"

My breath hitched when he leaned in to press his lips to the space between my eyebrows, lingering for a few seconds before pulling away to look into my eyes. I wrapped my arms around his waist, gripping his hips while leaving a kiss on his shoulder.

"I'm asking myself the same thing."

We took turns shampooing each other's hair. It took longer for me, as I insisted his curls needed extra attention and he had longer locks, but he didn't mind it.

We then cleaned our bodies, helped each other out with our backs before turning around to face each other again. As we let the water wash off all the soap, he traced his finger along the
'It is what it is' tattoo on my chest.

"Do you have any plans on getting more tattoos?" He questioned curiously, his finger tracing the 'w'.

I pursed my lips while shrugging my shoulders. "I don't know," I admitted. "Maybe I'm finally getting the number 28."

His lips twitched, and I could tell he got images of that evening seven years ago as well. "It's one of my favorite memories," he confessed. "Although I was extremely nervous. I thought you were going to reject me." His hand moved to wrap around the side of my neck again, his thumb running over my cheekbone.

"You can't possibly mean that," I said, shaking my head gently. "You must have known how much I liked you. I was literally all over you back then."

"I was still nervous," he implied. "I didn't want to ruin what we had, but I wanted to be so much more than a friend to you at the same time."

I couldn't help but smile. I knew exactly what he meant because I had felt the same way, but instead of making a move on him, I tried showing him how much I liked him through my actions, hoping he would eventually get the message. And he did, when we were at the Leeds festival on the 28th of August 2011 and he kissed me for the first time.

"Where do you want it?" He questioned, his eyes searching my features.

That was something I had been thinking about back when we were together, and I always knew where I wanted it, so I didn't hesitate to lift my left hand. "Here," I said, pointing at my ring and middle finger. "If it turns out I will never get to wear a ring in public, you'll always be there no matter what."

I could see him swallow, his Adam's apple moving up and down as he watched me with wide, round eyes. It made me wonder how he would react if I told him what I had been planning to do that afternoon when everything took a turn in the opposite direction. I didn't know if he would ever be prepared to hear that.

"But we just got back together, so I'll probably wait a while," I added, taking his hand that wasn't holding my face in mine to give it a light squeeze.

He collected himself then, blinking a few times as a slight grin made its way to his lips. "I love the idea."

"Yeah?" I breathed.

"Yeah," he confirmed, moving his hand to my shoulder blades to pull me into a hug. "Very much."

I burrowed my face in his neck, feeling my heart flutter in my chest at the thought of getting yet another tattoo for this man. It had been a while. And for a long time, I had thought there wouldn't be more, but now I wasn't so sure anymore.

"How about you?" I wondered. "Are you planning any new ones?"

He pulled away to shrug his shoulders. "I don't know, we'll see," he smiled knowingly, making me chuckle.

"I guess we will."

We stayed in the shower for a few more minutes until the water started running cold. We then wrapped ourselves in towels, Harry getting an extra one for his hair before we walked back to the bedroom.

I noticed that he was limping a little, so he hadn't been lying earlier, but it was obvious he wouldn't have needed to be carried. It had only been an excuse to get out of having to walk, but it wasn't like I minded.

When we entered the bedroom, and I caught sight of my clothes on the floor, I realized I was thankful that I had decided to wear track pants and a sweatshirt yesterday since I didn't feel like wearing jeans right now, especially not when it was only five in the morning.

After pulling on a pair of Harry's boxers, I tugged the black track pants over my legs, reaching for my grey sweatshirt on the floor when Harry suddenly tossed me his black Columbia hoodie.

"What?" I asked in confusion, looking up to see him put on his grey joggers from yesterday, the grey towel still wrapped around his hair.

"I like you wearing my clothes. You look cute in them," he confessed, a smile forming on his lips.

I rolled my eyes at the word 'cute' but pulled the black hoodie over my head anyway, letting the big clothing swallow me. He tilted his head to the side, giving me a nod of approval. "You just see this as an excuse to keep my sweatshirt so that you can smell it when I'm not here, don't you?" I huffed, remembering how much my red sweatshirt had smelled of him after only a few days of being here.

"Maybe," he admitted, smiling toothily. "But you're still adorable in my clothes."

I let out a snort. "Fuck off."

Instead of listening to me, he got closer, stopping just a foot away from me. "Don't act like you hate it when I call you that," he smirked, leaning in to kiss my nose. "Come on, let's get something to eat. I'm starving."

We walked down to the kitchen together, Harry trailing a bit behind due to his limp. We then started preparing breakfast; he pulled out the ingredients for pancakes while I pulled out a pan and turned on the kettle to boil some water. It was only five-thirty in the morning now, but neither of us had dinner yesterday, so pancakes were a given to settle our hunger.

Once the tea water was finished, Harry was in the process of whisking the batter while the butter was frying in the pan. I pulled out two cups and two tea bags before pouring the hot water into them. "You want butter and syrup on the pancakes?" I questioned, remembering that he used to have it back in the days.

"Nah," he declined. "I'd like jam and whipped cream."

I stared blankly at the side of his face while he poured some batter into the pan. "Harry, you don't even like whipped cream."

He turned his head to flash me a wide smile. "You remember," he said, tilting his head to the side. "Butter and syrup will be perfect."

Rolling my eyes, I pulled out the said items and placed them on the kitchen table. "What's this with you being a pescetarian, by the way? How did you get into that?" I asked curiously.

I started setting the table while he continued frying the pancakes. "Some of the people in my band are vegan, so they introduced me to the vegetarian diet when we were on tour. I tried it out and realized my body liked it a lot better. But fish is still healthy, and I wouldn't be able to live without milk and butter, so I only exclude meat and chicken," he shrugged, flipping the pancake.

Nodding slowly, I put the plates on the table. "That makes sense. I mean, if your body likes it better and stuff."

He turned around to flash me a smile. "Yeah. I actually don't have any acne now, thanks to it. Look," he said, pointing at his forehead where he used to have red spots back in the days.

If I were honest, I didn't have to look, seeing as I had been close enough to his face during the majority of the past few hours to know that they weren't there anymore, but I walked over to him anyway, getting into his personal space to reach up and run my fingers along his forehead. "You're beautiful no matter what," I told him, leaning in to press my lips to his cheek.

When I took a step back, I noticed that he was beaming, his dimples on full show. "Don't forget to flip the pancake, love," I reminded him when he kept looking at me. "We don't want to eat burned ones."

He let out a huff but turned around to flip the pancake anyway. Not long after that, they were all finished, and we sat down at the table to start eating, Harry settling down in front of me in the seat he always used to sit when I lived here.

We ate in silence, and I took the opportunity to watch him just because I could. It had been so long since I was able to admire him without it being weird or anyone seeing it. I had always found the way he poked his tongue out before taking a bite of food adorable, and it still was even though he looked more manly these days, what with his light stubble going on.

"What are you smiling about?"

Shrugging my shoulders, I looked down at my half-eaten pancake before looking back up at him. "I'm just very happy that I'm sitting here again."

His lips twitched as he brought a forkful of pancake to his mouth. "I'm happy you're here too."

Another silence fell between us, and my thoughts went to what was happening outside these walls, in the world we lived in these days. I didn't want to break our bubble, but this was a perfect opportunity to bring it up. "I'm sorry for bringing up work, but I've noticed that Leah's been around more these past few days, and I don't want to seem nosy, but I'm curious why that is."

A light chuckle escaped Harry's lips. He took a small sip of his tea before placing the mug back on the table. "You're cute when you're jealous," he smiled knowingly, making me roll my eyes.

"I'm not jealous."

He tilted his head to the side, the smile remaining on his lips. "Okay, so if I say that she's been asking me to give her another chance, would you still deny it?" He asked, raising his brows at me.

My lips parted as I looked at him. "I don't believe you," I swallowed. I was pretty sure I was hoping he wasn't telling the truth rather than believing he wasn't. But, even if he didn't reciprocate her feelings, I couldn't help but dislike the thought of knowing she was still trying to get with him.

"Well," he shrugged, seeming nothing but smug. "You don't have to, but that's the truth."

Letting out a grunt, I averted my gaze from him and crossed my arms over my chest. I could see his smile grow wider through the corner of my eye while his eyes were glinting with amusement. If I hadn't been sitting opposite him at the table, I would have done something to wipe it off.

"Can I take a picture? I want to save the look you have on your face right now," he chuckled, bringing his phone up from his joggers.

"Oh, fuck off," I huffed, getting up from my seat to dump my empty plate and tea mug in the sink.

Before I could turn around and walk out of the kitchen, I could feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist from behind, locking around my stomach. He then pressed his lips against the back of my neck and inhaled deeply through his nose. "I'm just kidding, Lou."

I turned around in his hold with a scowl on my face. "You're such an ass," I muttered but still lifted my arms to place my hands on his shoulders.

He bit his lip. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," he apologized with a smile. "You were just too cute."

Ignoring his comment, I looked up into his eyes. "So, has she really been asking you for another chance, or was that part of the joke?"

He pursed his lips, pretending to think about it, but the smile threatening to take over his features gave him away. "Okay, so she might not be trying to get back with me. In fact, we've actually been talking about you," he explained, the smile breaking through.

My eyes widened. "You've been talking about me?"

"Don't look so surprised," he said, hugging me closer to him. "Anyone would love to talk about you."

"Oh, please," I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Just tell me what you said."

He shrugged his shoulders. "I guess she's noticed that you and I have started getting closer, so she's brought you up in our conversations. I haven't told her much, though, only that we started drifting apart when the band went on hiatus and now found our way back to each other. As friends, of course."

I pursed my lips, playing with the curls at the back of his neck. "I see."

Harry continued watching my features, seeing right through them. "It bothers me just as much as it does you that we can't tell anyone that we're more than that, and I promise she hasn't asked me anything else." He lifted my chin with his forefinger to make my eyes meet his.

Smiling faintly at him, I burrowed my face in his neck, my nose brushing his skin.

He tightened his arms around me and pressed a kiss to my hair. We then pulled away and looked into each other's eyes for a couple of seconds before I took a step back. "I'll do the dishes. You can go lay down for a bit if you want, you know, to recover from yesterday," I teased him.

With a roll of his eyes, he shook his head. "I'm pretty sure I'll manage, but thank you. I'll gladly skip the dishes."

He released his hold on me and left the kitchen, wobbling just a little bit as he made his way to the living room. I smiled at his retreating figure, wondering how I got so lucky to have him back in my life.

I cleaned the table and put the dirty plates, cutlery, and mugs in the dishwasher for the next few minutes. It didn't take too long, so I soon found myself walking towards the living room as well. It was nearing seven in the morning, so I knew I had to go get Clifford from Lottie's place in a while. I just had to inform Harry of it first.

But when I got closer to the room, I could hear a distant sound of a melody being played on the piano. Furrowing my brows in concentration, I tried to make out what he was playing, but I soon realized that it wasn't a tune I recognized. Or, at least not the melody.

"I'm in my bed, and you're not here. And there's no one to blame but the drink in my wandering hands."

I walked closer until I was standing in the door frame of the living room, leaning against it. Since his back was turned my way, he couldn't see me, and I didn't want him to because I was positive that would ruin the moment.

"Forget what I said. It's not what I meant. And I can't take it back, I can't unpack the baggage you left."

Swallowing, I let the lyrics sink in and quickly realized what he was singing about. It was impossible not to when I knew exactly what we had been through.

"What am I now? What am I now? What if I'm someone I don't want around? I'm falling again. I'm falling again. I'm falling. What if I'm down? What if I'm out? What if I'm someone you won't talk about? I'm falling again. I'm falling again. I'm falling."

I didn't realize I had inhaled a large breath until he suddenly stopped playing and turned around, startled. "Oh, I didn't realize-"

Shaking my head, I took a few steps closer to him so that I was standing right behind the piano stool. "It's beautiful," I reassured him, placing my hands on his shoulders. "Did you by any chance write it when we were in Leeds?"

He turned around in his seat, his brows pulled together in a deep frown. "How did you know?"

I flashed him a small smile. "I recognize some of the lyrics. I heard you sing it in your hotel room before we went to the spa," I explained, seeing how the realization dawned on him.

His mouth formed the shape of an 'o'. "Yeah, I uh... I began writing it back then, but it's been a work in progress the last few months. I've realized many things lately, and I'm trying to put it all into words." He pursed his lips, fiddling with the end of his sweatshirt.

When he didn't make any sign of movement, I sat down next to him on the piano stool. "Will you continue? I'd love to hear the rest of it," I asked hopefully, biting my lip.

He met my eyes for a few seconds, then his lips slowly formed into a small smile. "Sure."

Turning around and placing his fingers back on the piano keys, he pressed down, continuing where he left off. Meanwhile, I studied his face, trying to read what was going on inside his head when singing the lyrics.

"You said you care, and you missed me too. And I'm well aware I write too many songs about you."

Another smile broke out on his face, and he turned to meet my gaze only to give me a knowing look. I returned it, feeling how the crinkles by my eyes appeared. I should probably be the one adding those lyrics to one of my songs since I was sure I had written more tunes about him than he had about me.

He continued playing, and I found myself leaning my head on his shoulder while watching his fingers dance over the keys as if he had known how to play the instrument for years. It was amazing to see and hear. I wished I had been there to witness the process of how he got where he was today, but I knew I couldn't change the past.

All I could do was make sure I wouldn't miss another important moment of his life.

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I picked up Clifford from Lottie's place a few minutes past eight. The apartment door was locked, indicating that she had already gone to work, so I fished my keys out to unlock it myself. I was then welcomed by an excited dog, trying to get high enough to lick my face, but he only succeeded in reaching my stomach.

After taking him out for a short walk, I drove home to the big, empty house. I was starting to realize more every day just how boring it was to live on my own, especially now that Harry and I were back together. But it was a bit too soon for us to live together again, so I would have to manage for at least a while longer. A few months were nothing compared to living alone for three years after all.

I spent the rest of the day doing some chores and lounging on the couch. Doing chores wasn't really my thing, but I didn't want the house to become some moldy pile of trash, and I was too proud to have anyone else doing it for me, so I didn't have any other choice. Besides, I wanted people to know I could live on my own, even if things were much cleaner and more organized when I lived with Harry.

My mind slipped to what had happened the past twenty-four hours a couple of hundred times that day. I couldn't stop thinking about it and how happy it made me feel. Being with Harry like that after so many years... It was mind-blowing. Just thinking about it brought a smile to my face, the way I had run my hands along his naked skin as our bodies moved together in complete sync. I wondered if he was thinking about it as well, where he was possibly lying on the couch in his living room just like me.

The next day, I arrived at work with an almost giddy feeling in my stomach, and it definitely wasn't because I knew I was about to face Harry in merely a few minutes. Not at all. Please, I was completely head over heels for the man. I wasn't sure how many times it was possible to fall in love with the same person again.

So when I found him in the lounge room, perked up against the couch's armrest, his knees bent to his chest while reading his book, I found myself smiling as I walked over to lay down on top of him. I squeezed myself in between his legs, under the loop of his arms resting on top of his kneecaps. His eyes left the page he was reading, a warm smile forming on his lips.

"Morning, Lou," he greeted, his eyes shining brightly.

I nuzzled my nose into his neck, pressing a light kiss to his skin. "Morning, gorgeous. Did you sleep well without me?"

He let out a chuckle, his chest vibrating against my own. "Not quite as well as I did last night, but I'm pretty sure that's because I wasn't tired after sleeping for twelve hours and not because you weren't there," he teased.

Lifting my face from his neck, I pouted my lips. "I can't believe I'm together with such an arse."

Another chuckle escaped his lips as he tilted his head to the side, a fond smile playing on his lips. "You love being able to call me your boyfriend again, don't you?" He moved one of his hands to place it on the back of my neck, running his finger through my short hair.

"Maybe," I grinned, leaning down to nuzzle my nose against his. "Maybe a bit too much."

Unfortunately, the other guys arrived way too soon. It felt like five minutes later when the door opened and Patrick entered the place, quickly followed by Nick and Perrie, but it was probably more than that.

Harry and I rearranged our positions on the couch, sitting next to each other without touching. It felt even more strange not touching him now after spending a whole day with him two nights ago than it had done the previous week. It was as if my entire body was itching to move closer to him and at least make our thighs touch.

Thankfully, Patrick didn't have much to say, so we were soon standing up to leave the room and join our acts. I walked at my own pace, not registering much of my surroundings, so when I felt someone wrap their hand around my bicep to pull me back, I was a bit taken aback.

At first, I was completely sure it was Harry since there was no one else I expected it to be, so it surprised me to see Nick when I turned around, his tall figure standing a foot away from me.

I opened my mouth to ask him why he had tried getting my attention, but he beat me to it. "Look, I know I've been an ass to you, Louis," he started, averting his gaze while running a hand through his hair, as if this conversation was the last thing he wanted to have. "And I know you didn't deserve... most of it."

He inhaled a deep breath before looking back at me. "But you left him, and he was so fucking broken. It hurt so fucking much seeing him like that. I didn't know what to do. I just... I've always cared a lot about him, and I swore I would never let anyone hurt him again."

He pulled his eyebrows together, pinching the skin between them. "And I know you probably know by now that I love him in every way possible, but I can see how much he loves being around you. His whole aura changes whenever you enter the room, and he lights up like a kid on Christmas Day." He paused to inhale another deep breath. "All I wanted to say is... take care of him, alright? I'll always love him, I'll always want him to be happy, and if you are the one who makes him happy, then I'll have to deal with it. Just promise me you won't hurt him again, Louis. Please."

I blinked at him, feeling at a loss for words. After all these months of him being a pain in the ass to me, I had a hard time believing he was standing here, apologizing to me while telling me to take care of the man he loved. It was as if someone had taken the Nick I knew and replaced him with this good-hearted, foreign man. It was almost surreal.

After collecting myself, I let out a sigh. "Look, I understand, Nick. If I were in your position, I'd be pissed too. But you never got my side of the story. You only got Harry's. We both made mistakes, you know? But we've moved past that, and it makes me happy to hear that you have too. I'm... I'm incredibly grateful that you were there for him when I... wasn't," I admitted, looking at him in sadness. "I'm glad he had you, and I know how much you mean to him too. So, thank you. And I don't plan on ever leaving him again. I love him too much for that. I hope that answers your questions."

He gave me a curt nod, taking a step back with no emotions on his face. "Yeah, thank you. Take care of him. There are not many people like him out there."

"I know," I smiled, looking down at my feet. "I'll see you around, Nick."

He nodded again before disappearing down the corridor with quick strides, his posture a bit too firm. I hated the way my stomach tightened when I watched his figure disappear, but I couldn't not feel bad for him. I didn't want to imagine how it was to be him right now. It hurt too much.

Eventually, I started walking again, heading towards the stage. My head was spinning, and it still was when I entered the arena, seeing that my acts and the crew members were the only ones there. The rest must have already left to pick a song for the live show on Saturday.

I strode over to them with a heavy sigh, only stopping when I was in the center. We went over the usual, that they were free to go wherever they wanted to pick out three songs they wanted to sing on Saturday while I did the same thing for all of them, and then we would meet up in half an hour again.

As soon as they left the arena, I climbed up the stands to take a seat, laying the list of all songs on my lap. I was so lost in thought that I barely registered when someone walked by me a few minutes later.

"Hey, Louis."

I lifted my face to see Logan with a slight smile on his lips while looking at me. "Hi," I replied, watching him continue walking down the stands.

And suddenly, my heart didn't feel quite as heavy any longer because at least someone didn't seem upset about my doings. It was just a shame that I didn't know then that I would have to eat that up only a few weeks later.

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How many 'and's aren't there in Falling? I never realized before?? Jesus.

Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter and aren't too stressed about the ending, although you should probably prepare yourself for stuff to happen...

I'll probably start posting a chapter every weekend from now on, so it won't be too long until the next update x

Thank you for reading! The support on the last chapter was amazing, love to see your comments!

Pauline .xx