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Never Sometimes Always - Chapter Six

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Never Sometimes Always - Chapter Six

“Wait! You did what!?” Violet was taking the train to Harry’s Hampstead home on Saturday, but the pair have been talking nonstop. Through text, calls and now facetimes. This newfound confidence Violet has is foreign to her. She’s facetiming a boy who she may or may not (definitely may) fancy while in the most unflattering angle with messy hair and disheveled pyjamas. And it was comfortable. It was so comfortable. “I didn’t mean to offend him!” Violet says a few octaves higher than her normal speaking voice. “I just didn’t know it was...a him!”

“Goodness, Vi.” Harry’s snort-laughing, his face half covered by his gigantic hand and Violet just imagines what it would be like to be beside him, snuggled into him and his beige sheets. When Harry’s laughter dies down they share soft smiles. “Hey.” She giggles, shoving her face further under her duvet so he didn’t see her blush. “Hey.” Harry sighs, looking around his room. “You should come over now.” “Now?” Violet questions. “It’s half eight. Surely the station is closed. And I’ll see you tomorrow anyway.” Harry huffs. “But I’m bored, and I wanna hang out with you.” “You are hanging out with me,” Violet retorts quickly. Harry rolls his eyes. “I mean in person. I’ll book your tickets.” “Uh! Harry!” Harry has his phone perched up against his laptop screen. His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration as he searches for tickets to him. “How do you feel about leaving a bit after nine? Like fifteen minutes?” “Harry, what can we possibly do this late at night? I’d have to spend the night.” She adjusts the glasses on her face and plugs in the fairy lights above her head. “So.” He shrugs. “Or I can come to you. I’ll spend the weekend. You can show me around Cambridge. Show me ya classes and stuff.” “That sounds awfully boring.” Harry grins at the younger girl. “I just booked tickets.” “Harry!” Violet’s heart is fluttering in her chest. He’s going to give her an aneurysm. “Will you get me from the station? I won’t bring paps or anything. Promise.” “Harry, where are you going to stay? In my flat?” Harry’s now packing a duffle rather quickly. “Yep.” Violet groans. A boy is now coming over for the weekend. No. A man. A really attractive man. A really attractive man will be in Violet’s home for the entirety of three days. “See you in...” Harry glances at the ticket details on his laptop screen, “...an hour, twenty.” And then he hangs up. Violet immediately rings Amber. “Vi?” “Amber, please help me. Harry’s coming over.” “Over? Over!? Like over over!? To our flat!?” Violet gets up and begins to clean the sitting room, organising things that were already in perfect order. “Yes! With a duffle for the weekend!” Amber is silent for a short while before saying, “shit, Vi. You’re gonna have sex with literally one of the hottest men on the planet.” “Shut up, Amber! I need actual help. Should I change? Do we have extra linen? Should I sleep in your room? He can take my bed. Oh my gosh, my sheets have crisp crumbs all over them. Crap, I need to—oh my gosh, the rubbish is literally a mountain. How am I –“ “Violet,” Amber laughs, “chill out, first off.” “Amb,” Violet slouches down in the couch feeling absolutely defeated, “I don’t know if I can. I really fancy him. And I don’t want to mess this up.” “And you won’t. The boy is droppin’ thirty quid just to come and spend the weekend with you. He must find you at least a bit interesting.” “You really think he fancies me back?” Violet lies against the arm of the chair. “One hundred percent, V. He’s proper up your arse, literally coming all the way to that stuffy old school just for you. No offense.” Violet and Amber laugh. “What will you even do? Will you guys be, like, public cause that’s another thing.” “I’ve never really thought of that, to be honest. I don’t think so. He wanted to see the campus so I was going to show him around.” “What, like tonight?” “...yes?” Amber sighs. “You lot are the cutest. Remember I’m your maid of honour. I’m going to give you the best hen-do ever.” “Oh, shut up. We’ve only known each other for two weeks maybe.” “Which better proves my point. You’re both moving so fast. I really do support this. I’m telling Jen.” “Okay, I’m hanging up.” Violet grabs her phone. “No, no! Wait!” Violet rolls her eyes. “What Amber?” “I have condoms in my bedside table.” “Oh my gosh.” * * * Rockstar H: I don’t see you. i’m in the black mini Rockstar H: No wonder I can’t see you. you can walk you know Violet jumps at the sudden rapture against her back windscreen. She grins when she spots Harry. He sends her a small wave and she unlocks the car, allowing him to toss his bags in the boot of her car. Harry makes his way to the passenger side of the vehicle and slides in with ease. “Vi.” Harry leans over the consul and embraces the younger woman. He even smacks his lips against her cheeks, taking her by surprise, but she doesn’t miss a beat before placing her lips on his cheek as well. “It’s so great to see you.” “It’s great to see you, too, Harry.” Violet blushes and unplugs her phone from the auxiliary cable. “You can deejay for the next fifteen minutes to campus.” Harry grins, snatching the cord from Violet’s hand. “Is it weird that I’m excited?” “Excited for what?” Violet chuckles. A soft guitar melody that Violet recognises to be Jason Mraz fills the car. “I don’t know,” Harry shrugs, “touring a university campus.” “It’s not that cool I promise. Unless you like thousand-year-old schools and large lecture halls.” Harry looks out the window, leaning his head back on the seat. “I just think it’s cool. I never got to do the whole university thing, you know.” “Yeah.” Violet smiles and glances at Harry. “I hope I make it worth it. Give you the full broke uni student who only eats minute noodles and stresses every two seconds experience.” Harry chuckles. “Can’t wait.” The conversation ended there, and for about two minutes Violet was racking her brain, trying to find something to say. She realised though, once Harry had started playing Better Man but Little Big Town, that she didn’t have to say anything. The silence they were in was peaceful, and not forced, and needed. The two of them have been down each other’s throats (not literally, but Violet wouldn’t mind) since Monday, so this bit of silence is very appreciated. The campus was a ghost town; exactly what Harry and Violet wanted. Violet parked her car in the handicap spot (considering no one was here to use it) and got out the car, Harry following in suit. “So you come here every day?” Harry asks as they walk down the unnecessarily long walkway to the first common area. “No. Just when I have class. Last semester I had four classes. Three regular classes on Monday, Wednesday, Friday and a night class that only met Monday nights.” Violet explained. “Wait, so you just stayed home Tuesday’s and Thursday’s?” Violet ponders. “Sometimes. Most of the time I was doing my student internship at whichever hospital they sent me to for the month.” “That’s crazy,” Harry says in a far-off voice. “So,” he whips his head to her, “that’s a lot isn’t it?” “What, the classes? No way,” Violet chuckles. “Four is insanely easy. I had ten classes my first semester, which, in all honesty, made me want to off myself.” Violet and Harry laugh, passing through the main archway into the courtyard. Harry looks around in amazement and Violet was so infatuated. She thinks it’s so interesting that he’s never see anything like this, this mundane world of hers. “I’m just imagining myself with a rucksack and laptop in hand, rushing to class,” Harry admits. Violet smiles. “Well, if you were to go into law you’d be about a mile or two away from here. This is the pre-professional medicinal wing.” Harry’s mouth forms an O. “So this is future doctors?” “Mhm,” Violet hums, taking a seat on one of the benches under the large tree in the centre of the courtyard. Harry follows her, taking a seat next to her, closer than he had to be. “This might be the weirdest date I’ve ever been on,” Harry says suddenly, his voice making Violet jump. Violet smiled. Date. “Yeah? Why’s that?” “Cause,” Harry looks up at the glass ceiling of the common area, taking in the design and the way the moon shined over them, “cause I’m asking you all the questions, and it’s usually the other way ‘round. And like, you’re giving me a tour of your campus. Like that’s kinda weird. Not a bad weird. It’s cool. I wish I went to school sometimes. Probably wouldn’t go for law though.” Harry rambles. “Why not? What would you go for?” Harry ponders for a minute before leaning back on the wooden seat, closing his eyes. “Music therapy, maybe. Maybe education.” Violet nods. She can see that.

After showing Harry several lecture halls and small classrooms, they decided to leave the campus. But of course not without pictures. Harry even went back to the car to get his rucksack because “it has to be authentic.” Violet took several photos of Harry standing in front of the giant lion statue, one of him in a desk, looking very concentrated, and one of him pretending to be asleep over a set of lewd textbooks they’d found in that classroom. Harry even took some of Violet in front of the digital board pointing to nothing and then some of them together around campus. Her favourite is the one in front of the waterfall fountain. It was the hardest photo to take because they both wanted to be in it, but they didn’t have a photographer. So, with the brilliant idea of stacking objects and balancing Harry’s really expensive phone on top, plus the countdown timer, the pair got the perfect photo.

“Promise not to judge,” Violet says, standing in the corridor of her tiny shared flat. “I had no intentions of you coming here anytime soon.”

“I’m not judgy.”

Violet gave him a sassy look. “You made fun of me for liking tea the second day I’d known you.”

“Okay, but you brought that on yourself. Now let me in.” Violet groans and opens the door with much haste.

Harry looks around the flat with a smile. To very honest, his wardrobe is about the size of their entire kitchen/dining/living area, but he wouldn’t tell Violet that.

“Okay so you walk in here, and tada, the kitchen is immediatly to your left. It’s not that cool, and don’t mind the dishes. I need to load the dishwasher at some point. Keep going straight and here’s a really pathetic excuse for a dining table, and then the family area. We’ve got a nice little telly and a guest loo there.” Violet begins by describing all of the photos on the wall. She thinks this is her favourite part of the flat, the giant wall behind the double sofa covered in photographs dating further back than Violet could even imagine. “If you’ll follow me down this hall please, sir.”

“Of course. Lead the way.” Harry smiles at Violet and trails hot on her heels as she pointed out her flatmates' rooms.

“And this little room is mine. This is where you’ll be sleeping. I didn’t really take into account how tall you actually are so your feet might hang off the end. Sorry.” Harry chuckles and drops his bags on the bed, plopping down on the blush pink duvet beside his things. He smiles up and the girl and she sends one back, opening her arms wide. “Welcome!”

“Thank you for having me.” Harry grins.

“Mhm,” she hums. “I didn’t have much of a choice to be fair.” Harry laughs softly while looking around the room. Violet shoves his shoulder, a bit embarrassed that he’s seeing her space. “What?”

“Nothin’,” He smiles at her yet again. She doesn’t think she’ll ever get enough of that smile. “You’ve got a cute room.”

“Thank you,” she says. “I don’t have a lot of food. I need to do a food shop tomorrow, but I’ve got pizza from yesterday in the hob.”

“Sure, let's have that.”

Harry follows Violet to the kitchen and watches as she warms the pizza up in the microwave oven, shoved in the corner of the cluttered worktop. He suggests, “let's go to the store tonight.”

Violet takes the pizza out and gives Harry a questioning look. “To the market?”

“Yeah, why not? It’ll be fun.” Harry shoves a bit of Pizza Face into his mouth and Violet shrugs. “How many people could possibly be out this time of night?”

Violet checks the microwave and sees the digits 0127. So, with that Violet and Harry travel to the store, Waitrose specifically. There were four cars parked outside the store, so Harry felt safe enough to remove his paddy cap and extremely warm black jumper. Violet grabs the cart while Harry scans his Waitrose card.

“I don’t know what kind of food you like so you’ll have to get whatever you want for this weekend. Also, I don’t know how to cook anything beyond breakfast foods so…”

Harry chuckles and Violet follows him to the produce section. “I’d like to think I eat anything, but I can be picky when it comes to greasy foods.”

“You, Mr. Taco man, don’t like greasy food?”

Harry rolls his eyes. “Not a lot of the time.”

“Well, just so you know, I can live off pizza.”

“Oh, I know.”

Violet slaps Harry’s shoulder with her hand and the pair continued their shopping in peace. Violet wasn’t sure what Harry was really expecting out of her, a friendship, a relationship, or what. But she hopes it isn’t temporary, because she hasn’t felt like this with anyone in a long time.

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I know it’s been a minute but I’ve really had a lot going on. Camp started a week before uni, then uni and now we’re in the second week of uni and wow im so stressed because im a double major and im trying to go pre professional and study abroad for my masters but theres like a long process that comes with that and yeah. Im stressed, but it is what it is. I hope you guys enjoyed these. Sorry again its been so long but im baaaaaack :)

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