"You're an hour late," my mother snapped as I entered her office.

It was all Harry's fault. He was feeling poorly and I felt bad for him, so I went to the shop and picked up a few different cold medicines. He didn't know how much to take, either, so that was another thing I had to do that I really didn't have time for.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Well, you don't have as many reviews to do today. Just two."

I sighed and went to my own office to look over the notes my mum had made about the restaurants. All of them were positive, thankfully. I always felt really bad when I wrote bad reviews. The chefs at those restaurants probably worked really hard to make that food and she was bashing it.

I pulled all of her notes about the first restaurant into a nicely written passage and printed it out. I checked the clock while the printer was developing the words onto the paper. Noon. My break was in ten minutes.

I read over the review before turning it in to my mother. She was very particular about everything and I definitely didn't want to write another thousand words about "tasty garlic bread."

"Here's the first one," I said handing her the review.

"Thanks."

I went from her office to the break room to get the donut that I had packed myself for lunch. Harry had made sure to remind me that a donut didn't count as lunch before I left, but it didn't matter to me. Good tasting food was good tasting food.

I tried to call Harry to check on him, but he didn't answer. I told myself that he was probably just asleep, but a part of me still worried.

I thought back to the blond woman talking about the murders and my heart started to beat out of my chest. He was alone in our flat, which was within walking distance of where there were two murders just a few days prior.

I got back to work to try to distract myself from an ax murderer being miles away from my boyfriend, but it didn't really work out.

I finished the review as quickly as I could and printed it out, not worried about spelling or grammatical errors.

My mother wasn't in her office so I left it on her desk, wasting no time.

I got my purse and jacket and got into my car as quickly as possible. I texted Harry that I was getting off early and then raced back home.

Our flat was only about a fifteen minute drive from my mum's office building. It was convenient that we lived pretty close to everything, except a Superdrug, which I learned the hard way.

I unlocked the door to our flat and Harry was laying on the couch in his pajamas watching TV. His hair was wet, probably from a shower, but he looked better than he did earlier that morning. He was definitely not dead.

"You're home early," he said, his voice raspy from being sick.

"I was worried about you."

I closed the door and put my coat and bag on the table. I lay down beside Harry on the couch. We were squished together on the small sofa, but neither of us minded.

"I'm sorry I worried you," he said while he played with my hair.

"It's alright. I only had two reviews to write today anyways."

"I took a math exam today. Aced it."

"You're smart even when you're poorly," I joked.

He laughed and I felt his stomach move in sync with it. It was a beautiful feeling.

"Don't get mad at me, but I called your mum after you left this morning and demanded a day off for you. I know it's not my place to do something like that, but it worked! You have a whole week off, Lyn!" Harry said, almost screaming from excitement in my ear.

"Harry! I don't know if I'm mad at you or not yet."

"Why would you be mad?"

I was a big girl and I could speak for myself. Sure, my mother scared me and I could've never asked for a break, but he didn't have to call her and beg her for one for me.

"Next time, ask me before you do something like that, okay?"

He pulled me as close to him as possible and rested his chin on the top of my head.

"I will. I promise."

"I love you."

"I love you, too. I love you so much that I thought I would treat you to Chinese takeout and a cheesy horror movie marathon."

My heart leaped at the mention of Chinese food. There was a really good takeout restaurant right down the road from us and it was like heaven to me.

Harry and I changed into our pajamas while we waited on the delivery guy to get there. Harry just wore sweatpants and a plain white shirt, but I wore fluffy pajama pants that looked like they should've been worn by a six year old.

Harry answered the door because I felt a little embarrassed about being seen in my outfit.

We put our noodles on plates and sat in the floor watching the first Scream movie.

"This one isn't all that corny," Harry said his mouth full of food.

"The ending is the corny part. Don't you agree?"

"I do, my love."

He slurped his noodles which earned him a scold from me and somewhere along the way, a food fight ensued.

By the end of the movie, the two of us were covered in soy sauce and pieces of orange chicken.

"Turn the TV back to the normal channels while I go shower and get changed, will you?" he asked wiping the soy sauce off of the back of my neck.

"Will do."

I turned the television to the news while Harry was showering. I didn't want him to know that I was still worried about the ax murderer.

"Another dead body found near The Pier this afternoon," the same blond woman reported.