“Oh goodness, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you two.” Gran squeezed Harry tight once we finally made it home from Paris late Sunday night.

Harry muttered something to Gran, but I couldn’t hear exactly what he said. I’m guessing she was scolding him about how things had played out before we left for New York to see my mom, but I didn’t really want to know honestly. It seems like that all had happened years ago, not just last week. But I’m glad we’ve moved past that whole situation. It seems unreal how quickly went from amazing, to terrible back to better than ever, but I’ll take it.

“And Aubrey, you have no idea how worried I was that I wouldn’t get to see your beautiful face again. I’m sorry for Harry, but I’m glad you two made up. And it’s great to hear your mother is doing better. I was praying for her and your family.”

“Thanks Gran,” I smiled appreciatively and wrapped my arms around the elderly woman.

“Well I think I can speak for the both of us when I say we’re exhausted. . . You ready to go?” Harry announced.

“Yeah, let’s get you two home.”

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“Babe, where are you going?” Harry’s sleep-filled voice whispered in my ear as I wriggled out of his embrace.

“I’m just gonna go get a glass of water.” I replied before kissing his cheek. He nodded and closed his eyes again once I got out of bed.

I padded downstairs only to find Gran still sitting in the kitchen looking through a book with a cup of tea in front of her. I stopped for a second trying to figure out what she was doing awake at one in the morning, but then she heard me.

“Couldn’t sleep either?”

“No,” I sighed and finished across the kitchen over to the cupboard.

While I grabbed a glass and filled it with water, Gran set down her book which up close looked like some sort of scrapbook. “Dear, I’m sorry for bringing this up again, but will you tell me what happened with Harry? I know you probably don’t want to talk about it, but I’m just so confused. Harry has been so unpredictable since his grandfather’s passing, and it seems the only one who has him figured out is you.” She laughed lightly as I sat down across from her.

“I don’t know about that, Gran,” I laughed before taking a deep breath. I had tried to forget about Harry and I’s dispute, but she deserves to know. “He just feels like he’s going nowhere in life because he doesn’t know what he wants to do after school. I don’t know how he could think that, I mean you know how smart he is. . . Anyway, he was getting frustrated at how everyone would ask me about med school, and he just blew up the day I got the call from my dad saying Mom was sick.”

“Oh Aubrey, I’m sorry he took that out on you.”

“It’s not your fault, but thank you.” I smiled appreciatively. “The thing is, even though we talked about it and he apologized, I still get the feeling that his thoughts haven’t changed. I honestly don’t think he realizes how smart he is and that he can do anything he wants.”

“He’ll figure it out. You’re a wonderful girl for sticking with him through this time with him.” She began before he eyes misted over. “I’m sure you probably haven’t even noticed because that boy puts up so many walls, but he’s had a tough time since his grandfather passed away, but since he’s met you everything seems to be better for him. You don’t know how happy it makes me seeing him like this again. I haven’t seen him smile as much as I have in the few hours you two have been back since before George died. I know I say it all of the time, but thank you for coming into my grandson’s life. I know he loves you and you make him so happy, and for that I can never repay you. Aubrey, I love you like my family now, and I’m so glad he found you.”

By the time Gran finishes, my tears are wet with tears and all I can do is stand up so I can go hug her.

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“Harry, you need to get up and get ready.”

“Five more minutes,” He groaned and grabbed a pillow to cover his face.

“No, I’ve let you sleep as late as possible, but you need to get up now. We’re gonna be late for class.”

“I’m not going to my first class, I’ll meet you on campus.”

“Not happening, get up.”

“You’re so mean sometimes.” He finally opened his eyes and grinned at me. I tried to remain serious, but his dimpled cheeks are so damn adorable I couldn’t help but smile back at my handsome boyfriend.

“I know, but you still love me.”

“Always,” he winked and grabbed my arm, pulling me from the edge of the bed closer to him. “It’s just one class, let’s stay in bed together for twenty more minutes, and then we can take a shower and still make it on time for the rest of the day.”

“I like that plan,” I teased. “But it’s not happening. Come on, babe.”

“You’re no fun.”

As we drove to campus, I knew Harry was so reluctant for classes because of his previous admission about not knowing what he wanted to do. He was still worried about that, but I also knew he didn’t want to mention it to prevent another argument. Even though I hate the fact that he doesn’t believe in himself whatsoever, I wish he would just talk about it with me openly.
I don’t know if I did it because I felt that as his girlfriend I needed to, or because Gran thought I was the only one who could help him, but I was determined to make Harry realize he wasn’t worthless.

“Alright, I’ll see you later. I love you.” Harry turned towards me to kiss me before we had to go our separate ways to class.

“I love you too. And Harry, thank you again for coming with me to New York and taking me to Paris. You have no idea how much you mean to me, and how much I love you.”

He sighed and walked back over to me to pull me into his arms. “Anything for you baby, now go learn something. I love you.” He told me again and I kissed him.

“Oh, and date tonight at that restaurant on Seventh Street.” I smiled and gave him a wink before turning to walk to class.

Notes

Yeah so I don't even have an excuse as to why this is so horrible and why I haven't updated in so long other than my loss of interest in this story/my writer's block... so sorry.