Harry's POV:

"Don't you want to take a leap of faith? Or become an old man, filled with regret, waiting to die alone!" Someone said, I guessed it was Saito. 

My eyes fluttered open, my heart pounded against my chest and my breathing was irregular. At first I didn't know where I was, but then I began to realize what was going on. It was just a dream. London still lay calmly on my chest, the TV was loud in the background and I had my worst fear incorporated into a nightmare. Her long, chocolate brown hair spread across my chest and covered the pattern of the ugly vest.

I should have been happy that it was only a dream, but somehow it made me doubt even more.

What if London doesn't want to keep me as Harry?

What should I do if she will leave me because of the lies?

This was my biggest fear. In the end, to be alone again.

As in my dream I was standing up, London in my arms, while I switched off the TV and went up the stairs to my bedroom. I laid her, like already in my mind before, on my bed and took off her cardigan and socks to cover her with my gray blanket. It was all like a bad dejavu.

Silently I smiled at the view in front of my eyes, and eventually went to the bathroom to wash my hair and change my clothes. But this time I did it behind closed doors and I had already picked out the clothes, so my dream wouldn't come true.

When I returned to the bedroom, London was still sleeping soundly. She had clung to my pillow and one of her legs was now above the blanket. A gesture that I myself often did, because I couldn't decide whether it was too hot or too cold. The closer I got to the bed, the better I was able to observe her beauty. Her long lashes fanned out on her cheeks and her lips held a little smile.

Chuckling, I pulled the blanket aside, turned out the light and slid under the covers next to the beauty in my bed.

"Marcel ! Is it you?" I heard her soft voice asking.

"Yes, baby, it's me," I replied, grinning.

Then I searched with my hand for her cheek and gave her a kiss, before I put my arm around her a little complicated. She gave me her cute giggle again, before she snuggled her head in my chest.

I wasn't so darn used to sleeping with clothes embracing my body.

***

It was Monday and the school was over. London and I headed hand in hand outside the building. Everyone was already out or didn't even come, because it was the last day. Thursday we had to come again though. 

The last Saturday really was the best day of my life. The kiss to feel London and just feel close to her. Madness. But for some reason me and London wanted to keep it a secret. We were still unsure of how everything would be going. Particularly London, who has never had a friend, let alone boyfriend. I was the one who grabbed her hand and I was the first who leaned down to her only to give her a kiss. However with the messages I had no problems, I mean, the boyfriend should always text first, the other way around the girl would look too intrusive. But I thought that this was only the initial phase and this would change soon anyway.

We sat in my Range Rover and threw our bags into the back seat. Almost all the professors had already passed by us and Thursday would then be only a few hours with the math and English professors and we would have finally done it. Or rather, London would have done it. My grades were still a secret and weren't counted at all.

Since the nightmare I couldn't think of anything else. When I looked into her blue eyes, then I had to think about whether they would look at me as Harry like that. Whether they radiate equally or whether they would look at me at all. However, I tried to distract myself immediately and concentrate on the here and now, as long as I was sure to have London's heart, I didn't want to deal with it as it could be when I would lose it again.

"Say hi to your aunt and that she has a beautiful nephew," London said after I had started the engine.

I chuckled deeply and put my hand on her thigh. But then I felt her stiffen. I rubbed slow circles and tried to calm her, show her how beautiful my gesture could be and that I didn't want anything further than to caress her.

"And I will tell her what a stunning girlfriend he has," I lied. So, well, not the part that I found her stunning, but rather the fact that I didn't want to go to my aunt but fly to America for our last concert over there.

"You think I'm stunning?" she asked, a little shy and I could tell by the sight from the corner of my eye, that her gaze fell on her lap where my hand was placed.

"Yes , you are , " I confirmed and emphasized once again with my thumb over the jeans she wore .

"I don't think I'm stunning." She emphasized the word 'stunning'.

"Why would you think so?" I frowned. "I mean, what should I say... I'm a total nerd, babe." Kind of ...

"Never mind, Marcel, I-I don't even know the answer by myself. "She lifted her head and I felt her eyes on my facial features, which were still concerned and pinned on the road, even though we had just stopped in front of her house. "You gotta go, have fun."

You couldn't imagine how much I wanted to stuff London into my luggage and would have simply taken her to America. But that was impossible, at least at this time.

"Now I don't feel like leaving," I admitted, looking over at her.

"No, no, Marcel, please! You gotta go and I was just talking crap anyways."

"Are you honest with me?"

"Yes, no need to worry, honey." She giggled and covered her mouth. Honey...

She seemed at once so playful and honest. I hoped that she hadn't lied to me, even if I was the one who did, continuously.

 "I love you, babe," I grinned, leaning over to her and kissing her cheek tenderly.

"I love you too, Marcel." She gave me a smile that no money in the world could ever pay for and reached for her bag on the back seat, before she opened the door. "Oh, wait, no," she interrupted her own activities,supporting her body with her free, left hand down on the passenger seat and holding her head towards me to connect our lips in a sweet kiss.

The kiss was incredibly beautiful and I would never have imagined a better farewell. Even though I wwould be gone for only a  single day.

"Now, go," she whispered. "Before I start to cry," she added, laughing.

"Oh, wait." She turned around with my words.

"Do you wanna go out on a date with me on Wednesday?"

She exhaled as if she would have been relieved to hear that,  finally nodding as a response.

"Yes, I would love to," she replied, and my heart skipped a beat before she went to her house, me driving away.

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