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Last Best Day

Despite the fact it had been unseasonably warm the few days prior, the morning of the last day was just as cold and as crisp as it should’ve been for a Saturday morning in early March. Even the weather knew that today was a day for changing, paying its own respects to the end of your era.

The two of you walked side by side down the lane in the park the two of you went to practically all the time, his hands that would’ve once had one interlaced with your fingers and the other holding onto your arm to keep you close to his side, instead today in the pockets of his coat. You matched his stance and kept to yourself, but you couldn’t help but miss the days you walked down this path with him so many times before where his arm was wrapped around your shoulders or around your waist to keep you as close to him as he possibly could every second the two of you spent together. On the car ride over from your place he wasn’t instinctively reaching over to hold your hand on the drive either, and kept the ride rather quiet instead of making you sing with him in the car like he did most days. Somewhere along the line things has just changed.

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Seems like everyone is attacking men these days.  Well I’m going to try a different approach. 

Gentlemen, each and everyone of you deserve to have a good job, a good wife and a happy children.  - You need a wife like the one in this photo

Demons V

okayyy let’s try this again. just posted this but it got deleted so it’s round two. i’m very proud of this chapter so i hope you love this. i love u all - mya x

TW: mentions of self harm, mentions of sexual assault, depression, eating disorder, use of drugs, swearing, age gap (19/24)

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Three weeks. It had been three weeks and they hadn’t spoken to each other once. They didn’t even know why. Billie was racking her brain trying to find reasons as to why Harry wasn’t texting her. And Harry was racking his brain with things to say to her. It had all gotten a bit weird after the party.

The morning after the party, Billie woke up feeling worse than she had in a while. It was the guilt and shame of relapsing, she figured. There were so many voices and thoughts in her head and she wanted to scream. She couldn’t let Harry see that. Before, she could have told him any and everything and knew he wouldn’t just her but now, she only felt annoying and embarrassed when she spoke to him about these things. It wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t him making her feel this way. It was her making her feel this way.

Harry thought that maybe it was the kiss. He thought he made her uncomfortable. She enjoyed it, yes, but he was her only true friend and he ruined that. The party felt like it didn’t even happen, like it was all a dream. He woke up that next morning with Billie’s back to him and he couldn’t help but feel complete with her there. Now, his bed was cold and lonely like it used to be.

Harry would have felt better if he’d seen Billie and therapy but he didn’t and even though he was worried, he didn’t know what to do. She probably just didn’t want to see him. His thoughts were interrupted when his phone buzzed.

i fucked up.

He was worried. Three weeks of no talking and this is the first thing she says. It can’t have been that bad, he thought. But he doesn’t think she would have messaged him otherwise.

Are you okay?

something really bad happened. i wasn’t going to tell anyone but it’s all i can think about. idk what to do.

What did you do?

can i come over?

It didn’t take Billie long to get to Harry’s, maybe around ten minutes or so. Which was weird because it was usually and twenty minute drive from her house. Billie can’t have been at home when she messaged him, it worried him a bit. His doorbell rang and he ran to the door embarrassingly fast. Billie didn’t look good. She looked like she hadn’t slept, like she had been crying. Her eyes were tired and her hair was a mess. The last time she looked like this was the time Harry went to her house after she saw Willow with Claudia for the first time.

“Hey,” her voice was weak - broken, even. All Harry could do was pull the younger girl into w hug. Whatever she was going through, it seemed awful, and he needed to be there for her. As soon as his arms were wrapped around her she started crying. Neither of them knew how long they were standing there for but it didn’t matter. “I’m such an idiot.”

“What happened?” Harry asked slowly, pulling away to look at Billie. “Come sit, I’ll make you a cup of tea.”

Billie was sat on his sofa with a blanket wrapped around her as she waited for her tea and she suddenly felt at home. All she wanted to do was go to sleep and forget about what she had done. She didn’t want to talk about it, even though she knew she had to tell someone before she exploded. Harry’s voice made her jump slightly as he walked out of the kitchen and he instantly apologised and he placed the tea in her hands.

“I’m sorry to just spring this all on you. You probably have other things to worry about, I just-“

“You have nothing you be sorry for, B.” Harry assured her. “You don’t need to tell me what happened if you don’t want to, you know?”

“I know, but I have to tell someone. You’re the only one I can trust.” The corners of his lips curled up slightly at her words. “I haven’t been home in a week.”

“What? Where have you been? Were you safe? Are you hurt?”

“Willow texted me, saying that she needed to see me. And I know I shouldn’t have gone because I can’t keep letting her do this to me but I went anyway. She told me that her and Claudia broke up and she seemed really torn up about it. The same way I was with her. A part of me was actually glad she got to feel like that, it makes me sound bad but it’s true. But even after all of that, I wanted to be there for her.” Billie’s eyes were fixated on the mug in her hands, she refused to look at Harry. “I don’t know how it happened, or why it happened. We were both there, and we needed to feel something - anything. I’ve been with her all week.”

Harry nodded as she spoke, taking everything she said in. Billie had been sleeping with Willow again. He knew she was doing it as a way to feel, and he couldn’t fault her for that at all. He just wished she would stop doing this to herself. Harry had been in her shoes. After Robin died, he would find anyone he could just to make him forget and feel something.

“I get it, Billie, I really do. But why are you so torn up about it?”

“Last night she kept trying to do it again but I told her that I wasn’t up to it. She got annoyed at me so I let her do what she wanted. But I just felt so uncomfortable so I asked her to stop - she didn’t. I thought that maybe she didn’t hear me so I asked her again. And again.” Harry knew where this was going so he took the tea out of her hands and placed it on the coffee table, moving closer to her. “I don’t know what came over her or why she didn’t stop. I think she was so clouded by her emotions.”

“Don’t make excuses for her,” Harry said before Billie could continue, “what she did was disgusting. I’m really sorry that happened to you. No one deserves that. Did she hurt you in any way?”

Billie shook her head. “No, she just wouldn’t let me move.” She finally looked up at Harry, how eyes were glossed over with tears. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t you dare. None of this is your fault, okay? She had no right to do that to you.”

“I never should have messaged her back. I never should have gone round. Maybe if I wasn’t so stupid I wouldn’t be here.”

It killed Harry to hear her blame herself, and he didn’t know what to do. So he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. He was so selfish, thinking she was ignoring him because of a stupid kiss when she was really going through so much more.

“How about we go upstairs and take a nap, hm?” He asked softly, running his hand through Billie’s hair as she closed her eyes.

“Can we stay down here?” The tired girl muttered. “And can I borrow a jumper?”

Harry breathed out a light laugh, knowing how much she loved wearing his clothes. “Course you can.”

Billie was exhausted. She was broken, confused and hurt. This is a shitty thing to happen to anyone, but she hadn’t expected it to be Willow. Someone she used to be so in love with. She was heartbroken all over again, only this time it was so much worse. Being cuddled up to Harry the way she was now made her feel safe. She was warm and calm and she needed him around. She thought she might have gone completely crazy if she hadn’t texted him.

“My parents are probably so worried,” Billie realised. “Jacob, too.”

“You’ve not spoken to them?” He asked and Billie shook her head. “Where’s your phone?”

When Billie handed Harry her phone, it was already off and he wondered when she last had it on. He could only imagine how many calls and messages she’d gotten from her family. As soon as he turned it on, there were countless messages from her parents and bother asking her where she was and if she was okay. There was one from Jacob this morning saying that their parents were thinking about calling the police. There was a few from Willow, he knew he shouldn’t have read them but he couldn’t help it. Willow hadn’t stopped messaging her all night, it seemed. She asked where Billie went and if she was okay, she even apologised for being ‘too rough’. Harry wanted to be sick. He quickly sent a text to Jacob, making sure everyone knew Billie was safe.

Hi, Jacob it’s Harry. Billie’s safe, she’s been with me for about an hour. I’ll bring her home soon but she really needs some time to rest. I just thought I’d let you know that she’s okay.

Harry didn’t really know what to say. He figured that if Billie wanted to tell them what happened, she would, and it wasn’t his place to do so. He placed her phone on the coffee table and wrapped his arms around her once more. He felt her tighten her grip on him slightly, knowing she needed him close. He placed a kiss on the top of her head and wiped away the tears that were soaking his shirt.

“You’re strong, Billie.” He whispered. “You’ve got this.”


Billie woke up hours later with an awful headache and puffy eyes. Sleeping didn’t make her feel any better, it just made her forget about everything for a bit. She wouldn’t mind being able to sleep forever.

“Harry?” She called out, wondering why he hadn’t been next to her like she remembered.

Within seconds, he came rushing into the living room. “You’re awake,” he smiled, “are you okay? Do you need anything? I was just making dinner, thought you’d might like something to eat.”

She stared at him, “stop acting weird.”

“I’m not-“

“Yeah, you are. You’re acting like I’m gonna break or something. I’d really appreciate it if we could just act like everything’s normal. I don’t want you to walk on eggshells around me.” Billie told him. Harry didn’t realise he was actually weird, he just really wanted her to be okay.

“Sorry, I just want you to feel a bit better. So, dinner?” He tried to change the subject.

“I’m not really hungry, Harry.”

“You have to eat something. Even if it’s just a little bit. I know what you’re doing and it’s not good, don’t do this to yourself.” Harry’s eyes practically begged Billie to eat literally anything. Because if she didn’t, she would stop again. And no one wanted that.

“Okay,” she stuttered. She hadn’t eaten properly in a while, she’d been so wrapped up in Willow that food didn’t seem to matter. She didn’t even release how hungry she was.

Harry decided it would be a good idea to put a movie on while they were eating. It would distract Billie and she wouldn’t think about the food too much. He let her pick the movie, and she opted for her all time favourite - Love, Rosie.

“Fucking love this film.” Harry told her, making her smile slightly.

“It’s my favourite. I like how it’s not so straight forward.”

“What do you mean?”

“Most films make out love to be this amazing thing and it is but it’s also unrealistic. This shows that it’s not easy to fall in love, and even when you do, it’s still not easy. Things always get in the way.” She shrugged, sipping her water. Harry thought for a minute, and she was right. He wasn’t stupid, he knew love wasn’t what it seemed, but he didn’t think of the movie in that way. Billie’s next question, however, caught him off guard. “Have you ever been in love?”

He nodded, “once.”


“Oh, god. No!” He scrunched up his nose. “I liked her a lot but I definitely wasn’t in love with her.”

“Then who?”

He thought for a moment, wondering if he should tell her. Of course, she wouldn’t judge him. He had just never really told anyone other than his family and closest friends. He trusted her, though, and she had been so open with him that he figured he could to the same.

“His name was Elijah.” Harry smiled at the memory. “Long story short - we were in love, and then we weren’t. Well, he wasn’t.”

“How old were you?”

“Not much younger than you, actually, I was only eighteen. But we broke up when we were twenty.”

“I didn’t know you were bi. You’re bi, right? Or do you just prefer not to say?” Billie hated assuming someone’s sexuality, so even if Harry liked women and men, he might not have liked any labels.

“I prefer not to say, I don’t think labels really mean anything. Of course, they’re helpful to some people but for me, I don’t really need them.” Billie smiled, for some reason, she felt a lot closer to Harry… like she knew every part of him now. Maybe she was being silly, maybe it didn’t man that much to him. But to her, it was everything. “I think we should be getting you home now, B.”

Billie groaned, “Mum’s gonna drive me up the wall.”

“You did disappear for a week.”

“I wish I just stayed at home. None of this would have happened.” Billie picked at her nails.

“Hey, what did I say? This isn’t your fault, stop blaming yourself.”

“Easier said than done, H.”


Billie tried closing the door quietly so no one heard her come in. It was fairly late so she prayed everyone was already in bed.

“Billie?” She heard her father called from the kitchen. Shit. She walked into the kitchen, dreading the conversation she was about to have. Billie barely spoke to her dad anymore. After coming out to her family as bisexual, he took it the worst and was a lot harsher to her than he used to be. Billie decided it was best to keep out of each other’s way. “Where have you been?”

He was so calm, it was alarming. Usually, he always shouted at her. Maybe he was so mad, he couldn’t even yell. Either way, Billie was nervous. “Dad,” she started.

“No,” he shook his head, “you scared us, you know?”

She did? “I did?”

“Jacob’s barely slept because he was hoping you’d show up in the middle of the night. Your mum and I have been thinking the worst. Anything could have happened to you.”

“I know, but I was safe.” Mostly. “I don’t know why you even care.”


“I said I don’t know why you even care.” Billie said, louder so her father could hear. She knew she shouldn’t have said that, she should have just apologised and gone to bed. But with everything on her mind, she had to let it out.

“Of course I care, why would you think that?”

“Because it’s true! This is the longest conversation we’ve had in months because all you ever do is ignore me or have a go. I get that I’m difficult to handle but sometimes - forget it.”

Her father’s heart broke. He hadn’t realised he was treating his daughter this way. Or maybe he did. “You can talk to me, B.” He choked out.

“Ever since I told you about Willow, I feel like you hate me. I know how you and mum feel about me being bi and I get it but it’s like since that conversation, you guys just hate me. Especially you, dad.” Billie had tears in her eyes and she was forcing them to stay in. She had never voiced these thoughts to anyone, not even Harry, but she couldn’t stop herself.

“I don’t- I could never.” The older man stuttered.

“It’s okay, dad.”

“No,” he shook his head, “it isn’t. You’re my daughter, Billie. My first born. I could and will never hate you, no matter what. I’m sorry I made you feel like that. There’s no excuse, and I wish I had something more to give you than just an apology.”

Billie was crying now, so was her father. She didn’t know how much she needed this until now. She was sure they would have some difficult times, but didn’t most families? But from now on, she knew that her father cared about her and loved her. He pulled her in for a hug and they stayed like that for a while, Billie can’t remember the last time she hugged her dad.

“I love you, Billie.” Her father told her, and she looked up at him like he was crazy. He hadn’t told her he loved her in years. “All the things happening in your life are things you can’t control, and it was stupid of me to think otherwise. You can’t help who you love, or how your brain works. Nothing is your fault and I’m sorry again for making you feel the way you do.”

“Thanks, dad.” She smiled. “And I love you, too.”

“Y-you don’t have to tell me, but where were you this week?”

“I was with Willow.”

“Oh? Are you back together? Maybe we can meet her this time.” Billie could tell he was trying, but her heart ached.

“We’re not back together. I don’t think I’ll ever see her again if I’m honest.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing,” she lied before changing the subject. “Are you working tomorrow?”

“Decided to work from home. Why don’t we do something? Just the two of us, like how we used to.”

“I would love that, dad.”

Her father smiled, and so did she. She was truly happy right now. The older man announced that he was going to bed, telling Billie not to stay down there too long and to get some sleep as well. She told him she would be up soon, she just wanted a cup of tea before bed (and maybe a snack). As the kettle boiled, her phone buzzed.

Sleep well. Remember that nothing is your fault and you don’t deserve any of this. You’re amazing. H x

Billie smiled at her phone. She liked Harry more than she was willing to admit, she just wished it wasn’t all happening now. When he said things like this though, it was hard not to like him like that. You’re amazing. He thinks I’m amazing. It was beyond her that he could think this way about her, because she didn’t think she was amazing at all. She wondered if the kiss meant anything to him, because he hadn’t mentioned it. Did he like her? Did he like the kiss? Or was he just sad and lonely?

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in case you’re not having a good day


It’s missus and harfy’s anniversary and they can’t have a night alone.

“Happy ann…” I was cut off by the door ring, murmuring a curse under my breath, I walk to the door.

Today is me and Harry’s anniversary, 10 years ago we married and make a beautiful family with two child. My older daughter, Mia, who is 8 years old and my 4 years old toddler, wade.

I wanted to surprise Harry today by baking some dinner and a cake, maybe getting some naughty after it , so for this purpose , Mia will stay at her friend’s house for night and well, wade is with granny Anne.

I opened the door, with shock expression “mom, what’s wrong?” Anne is standing on porch with wade in her arms , shaking slowly with tears running down his face.

“I’m so sorry , I know this night is so special for you but I think wade have stomach bugs, he was throwing up and have some fever also. I tried to control it but he was asking for you and wouldn’t rest”

Anne stand at living room giving me guilty look. I know it’s not her fault but I feel a huge disappointment, I was truly looking forward tonight. It’s really hard for us to get a night for ourselves now with these two little monkeys.

“Don’t mom. It’s not your fault” I opened my arms for wade which he throw himself at me. He was truly burning “what’s wrong my little monkey?” Took him to his room as he shakes his head “no, your woom please” he said, refusing to sleep on his bed.

Anne tried to help but it was pointless, I sigh as I walk to our room, putting him on bed.

“Now please drink this baby” I hold the syrup in front of his face as he shakes his head “no,no , I’m good mommy “ wade hates any drug so it’s a struggle when he’s sick. Harry will handle him better these times but now that he’s not here I should be Patient with wade.

“Honey , if you drink it , I’ll tell you a story” I sit beside him as he eyed me and then the syrup “weally? A stowy?” I nod “which one do you like?” He slowly drinks the syrup as he was thinking “black bunny?” He chose his favorite one.

I lay beside him holding him in my arm and fix the wet towel , which Anne brought for me, on his head.

I told him a story and In a moment he was out.

I sigh as I stand up.

Anne was at living room when I got there “I’m sorry if it ruined your night” I shake my head “don’t even think a out it. Things like this happen” she nods “I better get going” she said as I nod , hugging her goodbye.

I still think tonight isn’t totally ruined. Wade is sleep so maybe me and harry can occupy one of the guest rooms. Well better than nothing.

After checking on wade I get back to icing the cake which I was half through it before Anne came.

At evening Harry came.

I twirl for him in my red dress as he whistle. “You look hot baby” He said as he pulled me in his arms , grabbing my butt “shhh, we have to be quite, wade is sleep” he looks at me confused “isn’t he with mom?” I shake my head “he eventually gots sick and wanted to come home. After some soup he fell sleep just before you get here”

He nods “ I’m gonna check on him” I nod “our room” I told him before he gets on stairs, wade has a bad habit of staying in our room when he’s sick or just sad, so it’s not the first time. He shakes his head “no please” I nod, shrugging. It’s his son after all.

I sit and wait at table for him to come down. He comes down looking at the table “wow, look what you’ve done” I shrugged “best for the best husband ever” he pecked my lips before kneeling beside my chair holding my hands on my lap “what are you doing?” I give him funny looks “well I wanted to ask you marry me but I did that 10 years ago, didn’t I ?” I laughed “so it’s true? The way to a man heart is his stomach?” This time he laughed.

Taking out a velvet box , opening it slowly, reliving the most beautiful diamond bracelet “thank you for marrying me and giving me the most beautiful family” I kissed him, putting my forehead on his , breathing him in my lungs “thanks for loving me” he kissed me one more time.

After dinner he played a song in living room, I look at him shocked “you didn’t “ he shrugged like it’s all nothing “I did”

The song he played was the song that was played when we first met. I can’t believe he still remember the song, we just never talked about it.

“I love you harry” he sway me in his arms “i love you more” his face found my neck as he breathes slowly but deeply and I enjoy his warm arms. His lips find my jawline ,just as he was getting closer to my lips , the doorbell rang again. “I can’t believe it” I whispered as he look at me disappointed “maybe it’s mail man “ Harry said hopefully. We both don’t want any guest just this night.

Harry left to open the door , few seconds later he came back to living room with Mia’s hand in his. She was crying her eyes out and gave me a heart attack. “Oh goodness, what’s wrong sweetie?”

She sobs as hugs me “I fight with Taylor, she’s so mean mammy, why is she so mean ? I thought she was my friend, b-but she t-told me, she’s only hang out with me because my parents are famous “ she cry’s her eyes out as I hold her in my arms.

Harry sits beside us on coach “it’s ok sweetie, tomorrow it’ll hurt less” she nods as she looks at us shyly “can I sleep with you Guys tonight?” Harry look at me and then at Mia “of course sweetheart, go get ready for bed, wade’s already there” she nods and runs upstairs.

“What a romantic night so far” he said and I laughed “well it was you who asked to marry and start a family” he nods “well what can I say?” I hit his arm as we walk up upstairs “but I still love you” he told me “well thank you” I answered.

Later at night we were on bed , four of us, holding each other, and fell sleep, what can I ask for more? This is my heaven.