Juliet’s POV
‘’Mom! Guess who’s here!’’ Harry yells as we get inside his mother’s warm house and away from the stupid, cold snow. This is why I love Florida, its hot and warm, not cold and freezing.

‘’Oh my goodness!’’ Anne’s voice yelled back from the kitchen. I smiled to Harry as he held me hand tight, not letting me go at all. I missed Harry, so much. And I know he’s missed me just as much too.

And soon, I saw her running towards me after pushing the door open. Harry let my hand go for the first time since we left the airport. Anne’s arms wrap around me and I do the same to her. We squeeze each other and she kisses my cheek.

‘’Oh, Juliet! I’m so glad to see you honey! Oh my! You look so beautiful, as ever!’’ Anne says as she lets go and puts her hands on my shoulders, smiling proudly and happily at me. ‘’Thank you, you look nice too.’’ I laugh gently as I admire her flour covered apron.

‘’You making pie, Mom?’’ Harry asks, also noticing it. ‘’Yep, Apple Cinnmon.’’ Anne says, and it was like Harry’s cue then. ‘’Juliet, you know where to find me if you need me.’’ He says before leaning in to kiss my temple before running off to the kitchen door.

‘’Harry! Its not even in the oven!’’ Anne yells as Harry storms into the kitchen. ‘’I don’t care!’’ He says loudly and I just laugh with Anne as she lets me go. ‘’Gemma’s in the shower.. she should be getting out soon. Have you seen your grandmother yet?’’ Anne asks me curiously.

‘’Not yet, is she coming over for dinner like last year?’’ I ask her wonderingly. ‘’Not tonight, Love. But she’s coming over tomorrow afternoon for our Christmas lunch..’’ Anne says. I nod gently before turning to the door.

‘’Tell Harry I’ll be back soon, please.’’ I ask her as I open the door, the cold air hitting my face. ‘’Okay, honey.’’ She smiles back as I shut the door behind me.

Harry’s POV
‘’Harry?’’ I hear my mom call my name as soon as I stick my index finger in the bowl filled with the uncooked pie fillings. She comes into the kitchen and I quickly stick my finger in my mouth, licking it clean.

‘’Harold, I’m going to beat you.’’ She sighs as she rolls her eyes at me. ‘’Where’s Juliet?’’ I ask curiously, not seeing her follow behind my mother. ‘’She went next door, told me to tell you she’d be back soon.’’ Mom says.

‘’Oh. Why didn’t she wait for me?’’ I ask sort of sad about it. ‘’Its her grandmother, Harry. She hasn’t seen her in ages.. Besides, you’ll be with her until she leaves.’’ Mom says with a light laugh at the end.

‘’Oh.. Did I tell you that I’m taking her to New York City.. for New Year’s Eve?’’ I ask her, forgetting if I did or not. ‘’No.. you didn’t.’’ Mom sighs, but she knows now at least. ‘’Oh.. well, I am.’’ I shrug a little as I walk past her to the door.

‘’Where are you going?’’ She asks me as I fix my scarf, it was slipping off of my neck in the back. ‘’I’m going over to Miss Angie’s.. I haven’t seen her in ages either.’’ I smile lightly at my mom.

She raises one eyebrow and lowers the other, ‘’You saw her this morning.’’ She reminds me. ‘’Exactly.. ages ago!’’ I say before leaving the kitchen and running to the front door.

Quickly, trying to dodge any of the snowfall, which didn’t work at all, I hurry across the lawn and leap over the short, dead shrubs that separate our yards. I run to the front door and shiver as I ring the door bell, the cold metal was.. well.. cold.

The door opens and I see Miss Angie. ‘’Oh, Harry! Come inside, you’re freezing sugar pie!’’ She says and grabs my hand, pulling me into her warm house. It always smelt good, sweet and sugary. She was always cooking deserts.

‘’Harry?’’ Juliet laughs lightly from her seat on the couch. ‘’Hey, love.’’ I smirk a little as I join her, Miss Angie sitting down on the other side of Juliet. ‘’Anyways Nana, I was planning on coming back in August, but someone caught me off guard by showing up at my house unexpected.’’ Juliet says and looks over her shoulder at me.

‘’Oh, young love! I remember when I was in love. Don’t sweat it love, its okay.’’ She assures Juliet with a smile. ‘’Loving this fool is difficult.’’ Juliet laughs lightly along with her grandmother.

Unlink Angie, Juliet didn’t have the British accent, because she wasn’t raised here. She was raised in Florida, therefore she had a southern accent. She mostly dropped the ‘g’ in words that ended in ‘ing’ and that was okay with me, it was sexy.. really it is.

Angie didn’t really know that Juliet and I were ‘just friends’ but really, we weren’t at the same time. Which is fine with me either way, as long as I have her in my life. It was okay to me.

‘’Harry.. your mother didn’t specify what I needed to bring tomorrow for lunch, so do you have any requests honey?’’ She asks me. ‘’Well.. yes mam, actually.’’ I laugh a little to her. ‘’Okay, and what would you like love?’’ She says.

‘’Can you make that cake thing you made last year?’’ I ask, not sure if she or I remember this correctly. ‘’Oh yes! I know what you’re talking about, I’ll be sure to darling. Just for my favorite little boy!’’ She smiles happily.

And to be honest, I was looking forward to that cake.

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