The ride home is slow, I could drive at the speed of sound and it would still feel like I'm getting a piggyback ride off a snail. There has been a comfortable silence in the car between me and Scott, but we still have another five minutes and I just want to get home as quickly as I can.

"You know," Scott's voice breaks the silence between us. "When I told Nicole that I got Laura pregnant, she hit me with a pillow as well."

I laugh at the thought of his own sister beating him with a pillow, although I can't laugh too much considering me and Gemma have been in a similar predicament, the only difference is I didn't get anyone pregnant I just stole some chocolate from her shelf in the fridge and she got all angry.

"Unlucky man." I chuckle at the predicament.

"What is it with girls and pillows?" He asks completely baffled.

"I have no idea." I answer honestly to his very good question. I assume it's because they're light and fluffy but can cause impact if enough force is added, something along those lines.

"It was a bit worse with Faith though." He tells me, his eyes focusing ahead as I drive closer to home.

"Well she had a bit more emotional involvement, because she was doing it for you." He presumes.

"Yeah." I smile at his words, knowing that she would do anything for me like I would for her.

"Plus, she got Millie to hit me as well. And I don't care what you say, Millie can be strong when she wants to be!" He chuckles as do I in return. He's right though, Mill's can be a little rascal if she puts her mind to it, she can be really cheeky - which I don't mind because I taught her that.

I finally park the car in my driveway, being careful of all of the paps who have crowded around the house with their cameras flashing insensately. We jump out of the car and I lock it securely, running straight to my front door. I struggle to put my key in the lock due to my excitement and fiddle for a few minutes until I finally open the door. "Faith!" I call out to her, my mind is set, and I just need to see her.

Scott shuts the door behind him and makes his way into my living room, "she's not down here, she must be upstairs." He tells me, scoping the rest of the downstairs just to be sure.

I nod and run up the stairs, checking all the different rooms and finding no-one in sight. I know that Mill's is in school today but I thought Faith had the day off. "Harry!" I hear Scott's voice call from downstairs.

After hearing him, my legs carry me rapidly to where he is, a white piece of paper sat in his hands, "she left you a note. I better get going, see you soon mate."

I give him a warm smile as my eyes scan the words on the paper, scribbled in her beautiful handwriting:

'Harry,

I got an urgent call from a customer before about an order, so I've had to go to work and I'll be there for the rest of the day. Please text me when you read this and tell me what the doctor said, I've been worrying all morning. Millie is at school and I'm going to pick her up afterwards.

All my love,

Faith xx'

I smile at the small note and grab my keys locking the front door behind me. I push past the paps and begin to run in the direction of the shop, it isn't that far away, it should only take five minutes or so to get there if I'm fast enough. I sprint as fast as I can, losing the paps behind me, the middle age men not a fit as they once were.

I pass several familiar places on my way, the wind blowing my white v-neck against the skin on my chest, the thin layers not protecting me from the bitter cold, although my working muscles keep me warm to a certain extent. My mind is blank as I run, embracing the breeze and the views around me; my target apparent as I get closer and closer to my target destination.

I notice Marie's Ice cream shop and remember the first time I took Millie and Faith there as an apology for Laura's behaviour, when I first got to know the love of my life a little better and got to meet the world's most adorable little girl.

As I sprint, it allows me to reminisce over the memories that I've shared with the two girls, how far we've come and what is next for us in the future; it makes me think over all the times that I've let Faith down or been apart from her and how hard we've found it, but then in the end, are always together.

How we're like magnets and are drawn together by something we can't describe, but the feeling is incredible. And as hard as we try, we can never stay mad at each other, because we know now after everything that's happened, that the little things aren't worth worrying about and we have to look at the bigger picture.

Like the way she smiles for example, it can brighten up any room; or the way she simply lights up whenever she sees either myself or Millie; or how her legs bounce when she's bored or nervous; or the fact that she still see's the good in life despite what she's been through; or that she took in an orphaned little girl because she didn't want her to have the same loneliness that she did, she didn't want her to feel enclosed; or mainly, how caring she is and will do anything for the people she loves. The list is endless.

Ultimately, because Faith is perfect. She deserves to be told that every single day, and I want to be the one that tells her.

The flower shop comes into my view and pushes me to move even faster, surprised glances from fans as I pass them and startled visions of people on the street as I sprint, confusion flooding their minds but leaving not long after as they shrug the occurrence off and get back to what they were doing.

I push open the metal door to the flower shop and walk in to find it empty, which surprises me considering this place is normally completely packed; the familiar sound of the bell above the door chimes and fills the air with it's ringing, signalling to Faith that someone has entered.

She is nowhere to be seen, making me realise that she is through the door leading into the back of the shop, that then leads into the small greenhouse where the seeds are usually placed to germinate.

I rush through the door to find her in the small greenhouse as I'd predicted, her back turned to me as she lifts the small white watering can with little blue and purple flowers painted on, emptying the water mixed with fertiliser, onto the newly planted seedlings.

I lean against the doorframe and admire her from afar, I love how she's so content doing this job; working in a small shop, tending to different species of flowers, bracing the new found silence that looms now that Katie is gone.

It must be hard for Faith, having to come back here almost everyday and deal with the customers as if nothing bad has happened at all; and then do exactly the same thing when she gets home, having to be the perfect role model and mother figure for Millie. She acts as if nothing bothers her, but I know that she struggles deep down, I know that she doesn't like looking weak in front of me and Mill's.

And sure, I find it hard too; having to deal with my career, and the media, and now having a new family. It's difficult having everything at once, having never even asked for it - having all that stress with no-one to talk to about it. But I suppose that's where I went wrong, because I can talk to Faith about anything and she can talk to me too, but I know she doesn't want to cause me more stress, that's why she bottles her emotions. That's what she's had to do in these last couple of years. She's still grieving over her parents, and now Katie and Mark.

That's why we need each other, because we both need that person to rely on, that's what relationships are about. Having that other half. And yeah, I didn't ask to meet Faith, and I didn't ask to fall in love with her, and I didn't ask for Millie; but you know, I wouldn't want my life to have gone any other way, because I may not have asked for all these things to happen, but I find it an honour and a privilege that they did.

I'm honoured to be Faiths partner, I'm honoured to have someone as gorgeous and sweet as Millie, I'm honoured to be part of their lives and I wouldn't want anyone else; because they are my life and I'd be nothing without them.

My eyes sparkle as they trail over Faith's standing figure, her still being oblivious to my presence as I start to slowly walk up behind her. Watching intently as she places the small watering can down and allows her fingers to fiddle with the leaves of the newly grown seeds. My soft hands place themselves lightly on either side of her waist, my touch feathery against her revealed skin making her jump only slightly but relax seconds after. I press my chest ghostly into her back, my chin resting against her shoulder as my lips shimmer kisses across her neck.

She remains still and let's me do what I please, my warm breath fanning across her skin and creating a shiver down her spine, the tiny hairs on her neck standing up and goosebumps covering her entire body. I let my mind think, trying to conjure up the most perfect words to say to her at this moment, but I struggle to find any.

I love the fact that I do this to her, I make her weak and vulnerable. My touch sends shivers through her body.

Her head falls back onto my chest, her small frame not allowing her to reach my shoulder, but still not far off it nevertheless. "I'm all yours." I whisper lightly into her ear informing her of my news in a coded form, my words like melting chocolate making her smile widely.

She slowly turns her head so she faces me, my chest still pressed against her back as I glance at her lips and then back to her shining green eyes. "Harry," Faith whispers seductively, her gaze not leaving mine as she turns around slowly in my arms and faces me properly. Our chests touch lightly as her arms wrap themselves around my neck and mine wrap around her small waist.

Faith brings her lips to mine, not allowing them to touch just yet, but letting the close proximity make my eagerness to kiss her increase even further. "You were always mine." She tells me, her beautiful eyes flitting from my lips and back to my eyes, full of passion and love. All of that overwhelming emotion that she contains, all of that love and admiration for me shows through her eyes, all of the memories we have shared, flash between us.

And in that moment. I didn't care about anything.

Not the media, or work, or whatever stress' I was facing.

The only thing I cared about in that moment, was the love of my life.

Faith.

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