Living in a flat together and the rainy weather of Manchester will bring two souls closer, in cravings of warmth and love...Into something more than a seven years old friendship or maybe more than a hidden feeling of love, maybe they are in a journe...
Family /fæmli/ (n) -it's the greatest blessing, a group of laughs, dreams, plays and loves together. Those who you always count on. Always present not only on the good times. The most precious gift.
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The only way to explain the both boys hearts for the next two weeks that followed the previous events.
They would wake up, go to work, come back, eat in the same table and than retreat to their rooms without much talks, sharing knowing looks, and keeping up their barriers so the other wouldn't see past them.
They made a silent pact again to never talk of it again. Or bring it up.
24 December.
Harry had finished all 33 paintings, they where currently being transported to the big gallery where they would be open to the people on Christmas Eve as a exhibit (that night), and the money they would raise that night would all go to charity as a Christmas gift for kids hospital of Manchester.
Harry was doing the last few checks on each painting being loaded on a transporting van. He proudly held the three last paintings he did these two weeks, he loved how his hand had managed to finish them after everything that has been going on inside it, he loved how the storm in his heart didn't waver his hand or brush.
