And oh we started, two hearts in one home.

ALIZA

I wake up tangled in Harry's arms. His warmth. It always keeps the cold away. The moments where it feels like ice moves through my veins are melted with one of his touches.

I'll never be able to explain the pain. It's not just the fact that I take on other people's emotions. It's that mixed with the electric shock.

He once told me about his blanket, the woven one with a black threat. I have one, too, but these days, the black is overshadowed by his brightness.

He's the closest person who can understand. Although he assures me it's just a hard zap at first connection I think he's softening the blow. He's not as good as bluffing as he things.

Harry has always been difficult to read, hard to understand sometimes. He uses his dark sense of humor and his extraordinary brain to distract you from your initial thought.

He still doesn't see how powerful he is and how people gravitate towards him like a magnet. 

I turn to him and he pulls me tighter, still in a dream. It's moments like these, when the world hasn't touched us yet an he's sleeping so peacefully. 

I live for these moments. He looks a lot younger like he's not carrying the world on his shoulders.

When we're lying in bed, cuddled so close that nothing can come between us.

It's something to cry about. It's like hoping for the perfect sunny day and nature throws in the perfect breeze. He's always pushing me, still that half step behind, ever so content to let me shine. 

He stirs slightly, pulling me into him and my hand automatically goes to his chest. He has nightmares, a lot. He doesn't seem to remember the next day.

He doesn't know he talks and shakes in his sleep. He doesn't know that I kiss it away. Always on the left side of his chest, on the bigger side of his heart. 

"I...Liza." He whispers, almost non audible.  I giggle softly, it's my turn to star in his dreams. We've grown closer in such a short time.

He's never pushed me to be physical with him, he waits for me to take the next step. I don't know if we need it, to survive but I know I want it.

It's just going to be such a huge step. I've been with people before, it's not what I'm afraid of. I'm so scared to let him down. He stirs again and this time his eye lashes flutter. 

They throw a shadow over his cheeks. His dimples appear and with one last try his eyes fully open.

"Morning beautiful." His voice is low, raspy. His eyes are bright, with reminisce of sleep still in the corners. "Morning," I whisper. His hair is sticking everywhere, spilling over the pillow. 

A pang of hurt hits me. I was awful to him and although it's a week later I still feel guilty. "It's over. I love you, I forgive you." He tells me. He always knows, what I'm thinking. 

I lean down for a closed-mouth kiss. It doesn't satisfy him because he rolls me over so he's now hovering over me. I'm caught between the sheets, bundled tightly.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray." He whisper-sings into my hair. My body trembles, because it's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. 

He hides the fact that he's a musical prodigy too. I wonder if  Mitch knows. The songs he use to make up wasn't silly it was always meaningful.

"Do people know that you're a musical wizard Harry?" He burst out in laughter and it takes me a while to catch up with what I said. 

"No they don't because I'm not." I scoff at him. "Oh come on... You know it's true. Harry, you can write a song on the spot and it would be amazing. I don't even want to begin with how fucking brilliant you are. I mean, you remember everything you read. You need to stop hiding it. You can do so much other people-" He cuts me off with a big sloppy kiss.

I pull away disgusted. "I'm sorry, you're just so passionate, I can't help myself." He gives me a surprised look. "Stupid man," I grumble under my breath.

"I'm sorry, listen I'm afraid okay. I'm scared because I don't want people to think I'm showing off." He tells me in a moment of somewhat seriousness. 

I sigh. "Just, ease into it. It's time you step into the light." I scold him but he just smiles. Morning Harry with hair plastered to his face and pillow marks on his cheek is my favorite

"SOooooo." He begins. I raise an eyebrow at him. "Shall we go on an adventure?" He asks and I perk up. Today I'm excited. Today I'm doing everything he asks. 

I'm out the bed before he can comprehend it and running towards the bathroom for a quick shower. I undress in a hurry and jump into the shower.

"Good God woman." He says as he enters the bathroom. He slips on my shirt and falls flat on his ass. I can't keep the laughter in. 

He growls as he stands with the offensive garment in his hand. He makes a show of lifting the laundry basket's lid and pinching the shirt between his fingers.

He looks at me and then at the basket with a raised eyebrow. He dramatically opens his fingers and it falls into the basket.

"Come here, I'll make up for it, "I yell over the water. It's like the words were magic because he's standing in front of me within a minute, naked.

I obviously keep to my word but not before he assures me ladies first before dropping to his knees. 

***

"Harry it hurts." I moan. It doesn't I'm just being a pest. "You're lying, stop being a brat." I move my head in his general direction and stick my tongue out. "How longggg still." I draw out.

His hand goes to my thigh. "Almost there." He says calmly. We're in the car on our way to our adventure. I've been irritating him since he put the scarf over my head.

I can hear him breathing through his nose. I should stop otherwise our shower shenanigans will be null and void. I keep quiet for the rest of the way.

I have no idea what it could be. He hasn't had any time for himself these last couple of months. He's been working extra hard at the bakery. 

He comes home with the burns and the tired body to prove it. "Never mind the hole in his hand. He scared me nearly to death, standing in my kitchen. I begged him to go to the doctor but he refused. It's one thing I've learned about Harry.

He never spends any money on himself. He'll pay for us when we go to dinner but he has the most creative ways of saving money. I don't know if it's from his homeless stint or just because material things doesn't matter to him. 

I've never seen him buy anything for himself, except for expensive hair products, go figures. The car comes to a stop and I'm burning to peek but I don't. The car door slams  and he's moving around the car. I think he's going to open my door but he doesn't, his door slams again and the car moves.

It's not far until we stop again. "We're here." He takes my hands in his, they're shaking. "I... It would help if you didn't see this as anything more than it is. It's as much for you as it is for me." He gulps down the air. 

"Harry it's okay." I can't see his reaction. "I just don't want this to be anything but positive." He says. I reach for him and when he's close he falls into my neck. His hair is up in a braid again but I can still feel his hairline sweating. 

"I love you, "I tell him. He kisses my neck. "I love you too." He replies and pulls back. The door slams again and this time mine opens and the breeze feels lovely on my skin. His arms wrap around my waist. "Up love." He whispers and when he lifts me I wrap my legs around him. Good thing you're wearing shorts. 

He walks on an unsteady surface and I bury my head in his neck. "Two steps."He murmurs and then climbs the steps he's mentioned. He turns us around and I feel very confused right now. "Okay, we're here." He unwraps my legs and I slide down his body. 

I stand there, afraid to take off the scarf. He sighs deeply before the scarf is being pulled from my eyes. The light is bright at first but my eyes adjust quickly. The first thing I see is a white wall. I look to Harry for his reaction first... 

He's fidgeting with one of his rings. It's one his mom gave him, it's a golden H. He turns me a little to the right and I see another white wall. It's not bare like the first one. There's driftwood covering almost the whole wall. There's what has to be nearly fifty small pots mounted against the wood with plants spilling from them. 

I walk closer to the wall to admire it from close but Harry grabs my hand. He leads me around the corner to the kitchen. It's the farm house. My hands go up to my mouth. Oh my God he fixed the house. I'm a blubbering idiot within seconds. Harry grabs me right before my knees give in and turn me around.

I'm pulled into his chest. I have no idea what to feel. My shoulder shakes out of gratitude already. He fixed the house. He pulls away, rubbing the tears under my eyes with his thumb. He turns me around by the shoulders.

He points over me towards the kitchen, his forearm resting on my shoulder. "That is where the welts on my thumbs came from." He's pointing at the kitchen cabinet. They're painted in a soft yellow color. The counter tops are made out of the same driftwood on the walls, stained black. Sun flowers. 

There's no doors, only empty shelves. "The floors are made out of old wine crates, thought you'd like it since your such a wine lush." He teases into my ear. I look down for the first time. The floor is mismatched, some parts slightly darker than others. 

He turns me back to the wall with the driftwood. He reaches over me, palm towards my face. "That's where this comes from." He shows me the scar on his hand, almost exactly in the middle of his palm.

 He pushes me gently by the shoulder as we walk towards the living room. I step down into the recessed area. Enormous windows are running along the walls, facing the back of the property. "Got them tinted, cause you want to run around naked." I barely hear him cause the only thing I can see are the rows upon rows of flowers.

My feet carry me to the window and I press my palms against it. It's not enough. I hurry to the back door and rush outside. My feet hit the soft grass and I take my shoes of immediately. My heels dig into the grass as I stare in awe. Almost every kind of flower you can imagine is blooming in front of me.

I walk further. My heart is beating right out of my chest. There in the middle of the grass is a small pond and a Willow tree. It's not big but it will be. It'll be huge when we're sixty, sitting under it while our grand children play in the pond. 

"It's more.... It's so much more." I stutter, struggling to form an introductory speech. Harry is standing next to me taking it in with me. I turn to him, grabbing the collar of his shirt and I pull him to me for a much needed kiss.

He inhales sharply, stupefied from my actions. He picks me up against him. "So much more," I repeat over and over again between kisses. "There's more to see." He says. He puts me down and takes my hand.

The once red bricks are now stained gray. I notice before we re-enter the house. He shows me the downstairs bedroom. It's bare but the walls are a forest green and there's a mural of a forest where I'm pretty sure the bed would stand. "You painted it?" I ask and he nods. "It's amazing."

We go upstairs and although there's no furniture in the room I can imagine it all the same. The rooms upstairs are all concrete flooring, like the one downstairs. "It's so it's easier to change later on." He tells me. 

I'm so overwhelmed by the time I see the whole house that my knees are shaking again and I'm crying. "You did all of this?" I ask him once we're sitting in the middle of the kitchen. There's a plush blanket surrounding us, along with some pillows. He even bought us wine to celebrate. 

I'm sitting between his legs as he leans against the cabinet, a pillow wedge behind his back. "I had help. Sam, who lives next door helped a lot. Elijah too and then later a crew." He explains. I don't want to ask the next question cause I'm scared I'll go into cardiac arrest and never live in this house. 

I look at him, the bandanna that was over my eyes are now on his head and I smile because it's skew. The words tumble out anyway. "You paid, out of your savings?" I say more than asking. "Yea." My shoulders sag. He worked so hard for the money. A tear falls onto my hand. "Thank you so much, Harry." I let out an ugly wail, falling into him.

He holds me. He's good at just holding me. "Money is nothing, this.. the is a moment I'll never be able to forget. Seeing you happy, it's all I ever want." He murmurs and I think my heart is trying to crawl out of my skin to sit next to his. 

He reaches into his back pocket, lifting his hips slightly. "It was for a selfish reason too." He produces a yellow ribbon, precisely like the one I tie around his flowers. He takes my wrist and lays it on my thigh. He goes around me wrapping it around my left ring finger one, twice before making a tiny bow.

"Will you take me with you? Can we start our lives here together? I know we don't care about labels so this can mean whatever you want it to be. I'll marry you tomorrow or five years from now or never cause that's how sure I am of us. I don't need to marry you I want to marry you." He asks firmly, there's no hesitance in his voice. "I want to promise you that I want all of it with you."

I'm speechless. I'm utterly silent. So I do the only thing I can think of I cry. I cry and laugh and shake my head so fast up and down that I think it's going to break of right at the spine. "Yea, you'll do life with me?" His smile is brighter than the sun. 

"Yea, everything I don't care as long as you're there, here, filling the house with your laughter and music and love," I tell him. "I can do that." He smiles and it turns into laughter when I attack him again.

"Also it's not a house." He admonishes me. "It's home." He laughs at my failed attempt to look unfazed. 




This is too sweet.

Mkay Bye!