Still British

We literally sat, arm in arm, hugging one another for hours. We talked about everything, from what we’d been up to, to music, to football. Harry, if you’re wondering, is a really bad footballer, at least, compared to me. The only way he gets a goal is if he uses his sheer size and strength against me, and even then that hardly works. I’m pretty good.
We finally got to some trickier topics. Did anybody know he was here? Well, duh, but still… How long could he stay? Could I come along on tour with him? And the hardest one… What were we? Friends? Boyfriend/girlfriend? What? We thought, and decided we’d answer that one later. Suddenly, it was dinner time, and he was ready to leave. Panic seized me the moment I realized he was walking out of my life again, that he wouldn’t be here. When he left, I might wake up, realize this was all a fantasy I concocted in my mind, a dream. I couldn’t face that, and I could see similar thoughts on his face.
“No.” I whispered, my throat seizing up. “No. Don’t leave me. Don’t go…” He looked at me apologetically, and turned for the door. “NO!” I screamed, freaking out. “Don’t go, don’t go, don’t go! I can’t do this anymore…” He turned to comfort me, and my mum came down. Seeing Harry all dressed and ready to leave, she frowned.
“Harry, why are you like that?” He shot her a questioning look, still trying to comfort me. “Why are you all dressed and ready to go?” His brow furrowed even more.
“Because I’m leaving.” He said, although it almost sounded like a question. I freaked out.
“No, no, no, no, no. Harry, dear, you’ve been invited to dinner!” My mum said, all perky. I was so relieved to hear that. He would still be with me for at least another hour or so. I could prepare for him leaving. He looked a bit uncertain.
“But, um, I really should…”
“Be comforting my daughter, from the looks of it. I expect you both at the dinner table in ten minutes. If I hear that you, Harry, have skipped out on us, so help me, I will inform your mother!” My mum’s awesome. I think that actually kind of got to him.
When I calmed down enough to eat in a civilized manner, we went upstairs together. “You’re gonna have to repay me for this, darlin’.” Harry said as we headed up for dinner. I made a face, then grabbed his hand and dragged him up the stairs.

Notes

Maybe the last chapter today? For now, at least! I'll write a bit more, then maybe post. I like to keep some chapters ahead of what's posted, then I can change stuff/reread/just be ahead. How are you liking the story? Is anybody even reading it? Why are you reading it, if you are? What first drew you in? Why are you still here? Thanks for reading!
~Stormy