Adulation / h.s

55

"Back to reality," Pouted Rosie as she walked hand in hand with Harry to the private jet.

"Back to the grind,"

Rosie sighed. She couldn't believe their ten days were up. She wanted to stay longer but she already extended it three days, she knew she couldn't push further.

"It's been amazing, hasn't it?"

She nodded. "The best, I don't want to leave." Their way of life there had become normal to her. Their daily routine was what she had grown accustomed to. She was anxious to go back, the new change of going back to what was once normal.

Rosie was anxious for a number of things; settling back into her old life or the ordinary life she was used to. She was anxious because of the change. She wasn't sure if things between her and Harry would change, or if they'd stay how they'd been whilst over here. Their ten days had been happy, carefree and relaxed - there was something about going back to crazy London that left Rosie's stomach in knots.

They shook hands with the pilot, both talking with him for a few moments before heading up on to the jet.

"Don't forget to kiss it," Harry tapped the bottom of Rosie's spine to remind her.

She rolled her eyes kissing her fingers than tapping the jet.

"It's for luck," Harry smiled repeating the action himself.

They settled into their seats, Rosie found a plush blanket and wrapped it around her ready to sleep until they landed hoping it would cure her jetlag.

When they landed back in London Rosie was confused and tired still. She hadn't slept well on the jet, Harry seemed to sleep the entire journey whereas Rosie woke up several times, her body restless and unsettled.

"Ugh," Rosie sighed pulling her bags to the car. Harry had made sure to have a driver waiting for them on the strip the minute they landed.

"Glad to be back?" Harry asked as he threw his arm around her.

"Kinda," She snuggled into him. "Didn't want it to end though,"

He put their bags and cases in the boot before sitting in with her in the car.

"Where to, sir?" The driver asked.

Harry looked at Rosie.

"I start back at work tomorrow so it's best to go to mine first," She suggests. "I have to sort things out and unpack," Harry nods in understanding giving the driver her address.

It felt odd to be home. Harry had dropped her back merely half an hour ago and she hadn't done much but sit on her bed and stare at her case.

She felt a bit hollow and lonely, ten days of intense attention with Harry had done her good, but now she wasn't sure what to do with herself. She missed him, she missed having him around her.

Unpacking her things she took her mind off it all, getting things in the washing machine ready to be put away whilst sorting out her work clothes for tomorrow.

She had a shower before checking up on any emails but before she knew it she was back to staring at nothing in silence.

R: I'm really bored.

She didn't want to seem clingy, but what the heck; they'd spent so long together now nothing was embarrassing.

H: I'm really lonely.

R: we've spoilt each other with attention

H: What a great thing to be spoilt with

R: hmmm

H: shall I come over?

Rosie's smile instantly grew.

R: please

H: I can order us food?

R: yeah I have gone off cheese and a tin of opened sweet corn left in my fridge. I don't think I can make us a dinner out of that

H: pizza it is

R: you're perfect

H: tell me something I don't know

R: 10% of the worlds population is left handed.

H: what?

R: I told you something you didn't know

H: aren't you left handed?

R: I can write with both. I'm ambidextrous, but I prefer my left hand more

H: you're fascinating

R: I know

H: see you in 25

R: you will

They spent their evening watching Pirates of The Caribbean and eating pizza.

"Do you think this was actually filmed in the Caribbean?" Rosie asked as they watched Johnny Depp escape yet another near death experience.

"Probably, a lot of it is CGI though," Harry answers.

"Always amazes me how they do the makeup on the actors in these films. It's so intricate."

"Yeah, especially the weird sea alien characters,"

When it got to 10pm Rosie called it a night, she wasn't too tired but she knew she had to try and sleep.

"You can stay over if you want, I don't mind." She had secretly hoped he would, not wanting to be alone just yet at night time.

Harry shrugged. "Okay,"

"You can share my bed, but stick to your side." She warned.

Harry raised his hands in defence. "I will stay on my side and my side only."

Rosie threw him an old shirt she had kept of his and let him change, climbing into bed and smiling at the smell of home.

"I missed your place," He smiles facing the ceiling.

"It's missed you,"

Harry turned to look at Rosie, a smile on his face.

"What?"

He shakes his head. "That was cute,"

"I am cute," Rosie rolled her eyes.

"The cutest,"

Rosie closed here eyes, a smile on her face. "Night,"

Harry leant over and kissed her cheeks. "Night babe."