Eve POV

It's the end of October now and I'm at the dog shelter volunteering.

I'm currently sitting besides a golden retriever named Suzy. She's about 16 years old and is slowly dying from her brain cancer.

"Trish have you guys given Suzy some pain meds for her pain?" I ask my manager that is walking past where I am. The dogs head is on my lap and I stroke her soft fur that I just brushed.

My manager sits across from me and pets Suzy's fur. "The shelter doesn't have enough money for her pain meds." My heart pinches. I can only imagine how much pain Suzy is in. She has had this cancer for a few months now and it's progressing quickly.

"How much is it?" I ask Trish.

"About three hundred. That will last her until she passes." I look down at the golden retriever who looks sad. Her head nuzzles into my lap more and I frown a little.

"I can pay for it," I say while looking back to my manager.

"No, Eve that's too much to ask from you. You already do so much here."

"No, I don't mind. She needs it," I say with a soft smile. "It's starting to get cold, do all the dogs have enough blankets?"

"They have one each." I tilt my head.

"The ripped blanket with holes?" I ask.

"Yep," Trish sighs. "The government hasn't been giving us our funding like they have been. Usually every year they give us a lot of money to take care of the dogs, and they only gave us a quarter this year." I shake my head and look to Suzy who looks like she's in pain.

"I'll pay for the blankets," I say. "I don't want any of the dogs to die because it's too cold." The heat never works, and it gets freezing cold in the winter here.

"Are you sure?" Trish asks me. "I feel bad that you want to pay for the medicine and blankets."

"It's no problem," I say honestly.

"Thank you, Eve." She squeezes my hand.

"Of course." I say.

***

"How was your day?" Harry asks me as we sit on my couch.

My legs are over his lap and my body is facing his. "It was good, you?" I ask.

"It was swell." His fingers play with my hair. His eyes look down to beside my couch, and to my old converse that are falling apart. "I thought you ordered new shoes."

"I was going to," I say. "But, things came up."

"Like?" His pale green eyes look to me.

"At the shelter this is a golden retriever named Suzy, has brain cancer. And she's in a lot of pain, and the shelter can't afford her medicine. So, I bought it for her. Then, they don't have good blankets for the dogs in the winter so I bought some for them." I explain briefly.

"What was the total of what you spent?"

"Around 500 dollars." I say. "I can wait on shoes," I add.

"They're all warn out on the bottom and the left shoe has a hole near your toes," Harry reminds me. "They're also all old and dirty."

"I know," I say. "I can I get new ones in two months." My boyfriends eyes widen at me.

"Two months?"

"I went over my budget this month so I have to cut back the next two months." I say. Harry's head tilts at me. "I'll be fine."

"You always complain about your feet hurting, Eve." Harry reminds me. His eyes stare into mine and they're hinting. I don't know what he's trying to hint at though. 

"I can pick up some shifts this weekend at the diner to make up some of the money I spent," I say casually.

"Does the amount I pay you now not cover the bills?" Harry asks me.

"It does," I say. "I just can't really afford things for myself, which I don't mind." 

"What things can't you buy yourself?" He asks me curiously.

"Clothes, shoes, that stuff." 

"Those are things you need though," Harry tells me.

"The clothes I have now are fine. Usually once every two months my washer breaks so I have to pay to repair it; Usually my dishwasher and fridge break so I have to pay someone to fix it when I should really just buy new ones. Uh, I need food, car money, even though I walk everywhere, um, money for Doug, anyways you get the point. Those things are more important than clothes and shoes." I begin to ramble.

"When was the last time you bought clothes for yourself?" My boyfriend asks me.

"I needed new jeans because they were ripping inside my thighs, so maybe April," I say.

"What about shirts?" Harry asks me. "Or like other clothing besides jeans," He adds.

"Maybe two years ago?" My voice is questioning. I don't remember the last time I bought myself new clothes. His eyes widen at me. "What?"

"That's a long time Eve." 

"But my clothes look brand new because I wash them well," I say. Harry's head tilts at me. "And if my shirts have a small hole somewhere I sow it up, because I taught myself how to do that." 

"Eve, you should at least buy yourself new clothes every once and a while. What do you buy for yourself, that you can actually enjoy?" 

"I like buying stuff for people. Like today I gave money to the shelter to help the dogs," I say with a soft smile. "Well, dogs aren't people but you get the point." 

"You don't ever like spoil yourself every once and a while?" He asks.

"I bought some fancy hand soap that smells like peaches the other day. It's in my bathroom now," I say. 

"I mean like, buy a lot of things for yourself, just because. Not things for your apartment." 

"No, I don't do that," I say. "My type of spoiling is like buying pretzels that aren't on sale." I admit. Harry's green eyes soften at me. "Don't give me those pity eyes." I scold.

"Those aren't pity eyes."

"Then what are they?" I ask.

"Eyes that think you deserve more from this world." His fingers play with the ends of my hair. 

I remain silent and just look at Harry who's staring at me. He leans in and kisses me. "I love how your heart is so big, Eve," He says to me. 

"I think it's quite normal size." I say. 

"No, it's above normal size," Harry grins softly at me. He kisses me again then rests his chin on my shoulder causing me to grin. His hand rests on my lap where my hands rest. 

"Wanna watch TV?" I ask.

"Sure." I grab the remotes that are beside me and turn on my TV. My TV is a crappy box television that aren't even sold anymore. I let out a small sigh and play with my boyfriend's fingers. 

"Your hands are big." I observe.

"Maybe your hands are just small," He says causing me smile. Harry holds my hand and nuzzles his head against me more. 

"My hands aren't that small," I say. "Are they?"

"Compared to mine they are," He snickers. "But you have big feet so it evens out I assume," Harry says causing my eyes to widen. 

"Rude," I scoff and nudge him. "My shoe size is only a size nine."

Harry snickers against me. "They sometimes block the TV," Harry mentions making me laugh. "It's okay, I still love them." He says casually. I look over to my boyfriend who has his eyes on me. I lean down and kiss his lips that are soft against mine. 

"I still love your big hands as well," Harry grins at me. I glance back to the TV.

"Eve?"

"Yes?" 

"I miss living with you." He admits to me. 

"Feel free to move in anytime," I joke making a grin crack on his lips. His deep dimples appear on his cheeks. 

"Or it can be the other way around," Harry says with a soft grin.

"You really miss living with me?" I ask surprisingly. He nods against my shoulder.

"I miss my cuddle buddy the two days we aren't together." He says to me.

"We're apart more than two days a week." I say.

"We're not," Harry says. "You practically already live with me." He hums. 

"It seems so," I murmur.

"Is that a yes?" I snicker.

"A yes to what?" I look back to Harry.

"Moving back in." His eyes look into mine.

"Do you want to think about it more?" 

"No," He says. "Since our break, we're been together for almost a month." 

"Should we wait?" I ask.

"I don't want too. But if you do, we can." Harry tells me with a soft grin.

"I'll let you know in the morning." 

"Okay." He pecks my lips then returns to having his head on my shoulder. 

We spend the rest of our night watching TV. I think about what I should do about moving in or not.

A://N

wattpad kept logging me out so i had to rewrite this chapter a million of times

*funny story*

yesterday someone hacked into my account...again. whoever tried to got into my account tried to change my password, so that was fun! I guess they wanted to read some of my unpublished books ahaha 

anyways 

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~lauren