Together

Halloween

Okay, this chapter is pure, cute fluffiness, and I really like it. I'm going to an amusement park tomorrow so I probably won't have time for an update, but this should hold you over. I hope you all like it as much as I do- let me know in the comments! Xxx
-ab

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October 31, 2026

Harper

I don't quite know how to react when Katherine walks into my dressing room on the first show of a two show Saturday, wearing a reindeer onesie, with the hood pulled up over her wig cap.

"Put this on and let's go," she says, throwing some sort of fluffy, white garment at me. I look at her.

"What on earth are you doing?" I ask her.

"It's Halloween. We are going to the stage door in these."

"You're insane," I say. "I'm not wearing this."

"Just look at what character you are, and you might change your mind," Kath tells me with a wink. I let the fabric fall to the ground, only holding the top part of it, and notice that it is an Olaf onesie.

"What? Kath..."

"You can keep it, if you wear it to the stage door with me."

"Dear god," I mutter to myself, laughing. Kath knows that Frozen is one of my favourite movies. "The things I do for you, Katherine Bailey."

"You love me."

"I hate you."

"You love me," she says. "Now put on that onesie and hurry up. We have to go sign autographs and take pictures and such."

"Oh my god, I have to take pictures in this?" I groan.

"Well, you technically don't have to, but lots of people won't be very happy if you don't."

"Fine," I mutter, slipping the suit on over my leggings and long-sleeved Taylor tee. Since my wig cap is still on, I pull the hood up right over it, and figure that I can use the same pincurls for our second show in a few hours.

"What are you doing in between shows?" I ask Kath.

"Probably just staying at the theatre and relishing in how comfy this outfit is."

I laugh. "These are quite wonderful."

When we head outside, the crowd waiting for us begins to clap as Katherine and I emerge in our Sven and Olaf costumes.

I head over to talk to the first person in line along the barricade. She's a girl, not too much younger than I am, but probably a younger university student.

"Harper, right?" she asks me.

"Yep," I reply, taking her programme and signing my name to the front with a permanent marker. I draw a little heart next to my signature, as well. "Did you like the show?"

"Oh my gosh, you were so amazing. It was all so amazing. I can't believe that you're closing. This was my fifth time seeing the show, and I'm coming on closing night, too."

"Wow," I smile. "Thank you so much for being such a dedicated fan. Unfortunately, all shows have to close sometime."

"I wish it wasn't this one."

"Hey, we have had a great run," I tell her. "Plus, we still have almost another month until we close. You could rush the theatre for tickets if you want to see it some more."

"That's true," she smiles. "I might do that."

"We give very good discounts right before the show."

"I'll have to keep that in mind. Would you mind getting a picture with me real quick?"

"Totally," I say, smiling as the girl snaps a quick selfie of the two of us.

After that, I move down the line of people, having quick conversations and signing programmes for the show. Once Kath and I are both done, we decide to run to the nearest Pret A Manger, still in our costumes, and grab some sandwiches.

"We can eat them on my dressing room floor," I tell her with a laugh. Our 'dressing room picnics' have become a bit of a fun little tradition for us, helping us to look forward to some of our two show days.

We do get a few weird looks as we are walking down the streets of London dressed as Sven and Olaf, but I can guarantee that most Londoners have seen something stranger than some girls in costumes on Halloween.

"I want to go to New York sometime for Halloween," Katherine remarks.

I look at her. "You want to go to New York for every day of the year."

"Yeah, but Halloween is just such a big deal over there. It seems like so much fun."

"Maybe someday," I tell her, "just so long as you don't move over there without me."

"I can't make any promises."

"You'd better not leave London," I laugh. "I would actually cry so much."

"Don't worry, I've got my dream job here. I wouldn't even be able to give that up for New York. Unless the American Ballet Theatre wants me. Then, I'm completely open to leaving the Royal Ballet Theatre."

The two of us share a giggle.

"Maybe someday," I say.

"God, I hope so..."

"Good things come to those who wait," I wink.

Once we have gotten our sandwiches, we take them back to the Piccadilly and settle onto my dressing room floor. Kath eats hers quickly, then borrows my vocal cord steamer.

"You've got to invest in one of those for yourself," I tease her.

"I know," she says. "I just don't know where to buy one."

"I got that online. It was a bit pricey, but worth every pound."

"I'll look into it later, then," she smiles.

The two of us chat for a little bit, but eventually, Kath has to leave to go get ready for our evening show.

"Be prepared, Harper," she tells me as she's picking up her rubbish from her meal. "I'm coming back to get you after this show, and we are going back out in those same onesies for our stage door. Then we can take the tube home in them."

"That'll sure confuse Patrick," I laugh. "Oh, he just loves it when I come home with new clothes. We already don't have places to put the clothes that I do have."

"Don't even say that. You just bought that nice, big, pricey new house. You have all of the room in the world, especially because you only have your furniture from your flat."

"We are going to make a trip to IKEA when they have their Christmas sales," I laugh, "but you're right. Regardless, go get yourself ready for the show. We can't have you not ready when they call places."

"Touche," Kath giggles, then scurries next door to prepare herself. I sit down at my dressing table and do the same thing.