Cappuccino to go

Heather's POV.

I didn't walk home after work, I actually skipped and sung a song I heard in the radio at work today. „'Cause no one ever looked so good in a dress and it hurts, 'cause I know you won't be mine tonight“, I sung while opening the mailbox. This song was just so perfect I couldn't help it. There was jsut one letter in it, it had my name wrote in a beautiful font on it. From who could this be? I checked the back and there was also no name. I shrugged my armpits and opened it while walking upstairs and continue to sing the song. I had no idea from who it was or what the name of the song was, but I kept singing it anyway. 'Cause no one ever looked so good. „You're so London, your own styl-“, I grew stiff and almost fell down the stairs at the same time. It was from Harry! I ran upstairs as fast as I could and opened the door to our apartment. „Heather!“, I screamed. She was watching TV and ate cornflakes. She was so shocked and let the cornflakes falling on the floor. „Oh common! Now's milk all over the floor!“ „When did you check the mailbox for the last time?“, I shouted at her. She looked confused at me as she got up to get the cereal bowl from the floor. „Uhm … when I came home from bringing you to work … why?“ She saw the letter. „What's that?“ I took a deep breath as I felt the tears coming again. „It's from Harry“ Her eyes widened. „W-haaat?“, she stuttered. It seemed like she had something to do with it, she couldn't lie. But I ignored that. I sat down on the couch and she came up to sit next to me. I showed her the letter and we read it.

Before you throw this letter away, please read it. I'm sorry for everything I did. I shouldn't have done anything of that and you were right. I was an asshole. I hope you can forgive me. I won't give up on you - ever.

Anyway, remember when I asked you if you'd come to me to the EMAs in Paris?

I sighed. Paris. I already imagined Maggie's eye widening. She always wanted to go to Paris, her room was full of posters of the Eiffel Tower and everything, but she was never able to. Well, I won't interview celebrities there, for sure. I will be performing and we're nominated for an award. Will you come? The tickest and everything are already in here. Also the train tickets to get there. Everything's booked. The hotel, the taxi that will pick you up from the trainstation and everything. I won't give up on you. And you surely think „only because he's famous he expect me to forgive him when he fucking invites me to an award show“ or something like that. I don't. I just need you here.

Please don't say no. in love,   Harry. I could feel the tears coming up. „Maggie, I-“, then I couldn't hold the tears up anymore. Maggie hugged me and kissed me on my head. I cried like a baby. His handwriting in the letter was so beautiful, he didn't give up on me. Wow. After all the things I said to him. She stroke my back and slowly lifted my head with her other hand. „Let's go there, seriously. Everything's paied already and you both do belong together, Heather. Don't deny it.“, she said all serious and looked into my eyes. She's never been so serious before. „You talked to Harry, didn't you?“, I whispered. She never would approve of it so much, I knew her. „Does that really matter?“, she asked. I shook my head. „They are in two days, we'll better pack our things now.“